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This summer's "must read" accessible Christian theological memoire...

Between last night's insomnia, and an unplanned, but welcome, reading slot this afternoon, I read Vicky Beeching's memoir (her description) cover to cover in less than a day. 

It is a courageous, gracious, generous, honest, vulnerable, taboo-breaking book.  It is largely autobiography/memoir but with a generous dollop of theology, church history and Bible study along the way.  It straddles to cultures - British (or English) and North American, and this is reflected in the choice of idiom.

I started to write quite a long post about what had struck me - then deleted it all because whatever I wrote felt self-indulgent... Instead, I'd encourage you, whatever your faith, whatever your theology, whatever your sexuality, whatever your whatever, to read this book with an open mind and an open heart.  Parts of it are heartbreaking and shocking; parts of it a heartwarming and encouraging - above all it is a story that needs to be listened to, reflected on and allowed to challenge and change the hearts and minds of those who read it.

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