Sunday, April 27, 2008
There are a list of reasons Brian Welch's memoir would have never made it across my nightstand. The fact that I am not a fan of hard music, so his former carreer in Korn, was not in the least impressive to me and that I am not a memoir guy anyway are two of the most obvious. I had seen the book, but had no interest in it. However, I was asked by a friend to read it because he wanted to discuss it with me, and so I ran over the Borders and picked up my copy.
The book which is divided into two sections was an amazingly easy read from one perspective. Welch has a informal tone that seems conversational most of the time. I read all of the first section in a single setting last night, and then read the second section this afternoon. Though simple in form, it was an emotionally burdensome read. On multiple occasions in the first section I found myself so invested in his situation and addictions I would have to stop reading for a few minutes, just to feel sane. The second section was equally an emotional roller coaster as he shared in the joys and pain of God's sanctifying grace. Though wonderfully amazing throughout most the book, it was emotionally very taxing.
I can not believe how blessed I was to have been given the opportunity to share in this personal account, in all it's genuine vulnerability, of the means God will goto to redeem his prodigals.
Even if your nature would be to write this book off like I did, I sincerely implore you to reconsider, you will be blessed to share this journey.