Walking With Arthur
James O'Donnell was contemplating divorce. Something was missing in his marriage and his life. His daily commute partner into New York City, Arthur, never preached to him or handed him a tract. They just walked ... and God worked. Written...
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James O'Donnell was contemplating divorce. Something was missing in his marriage and his life. His daily commute partner into New York City, Arthur, never preached to him or handed him a tract. They just walked ... and God worked. Written in a frank and inviting style that will make you feel like you are taking a journey right alongside him, Jim draws readers in with his gritty and honest candor. A great prequel to Letters for Lizzie.
O'Donnell didn't know what was missing in his life, but he sure didn't expect to find it on his daily commute to New York City. Readers can "listen in" on Jim's conversation with Arthur, as he contemplates the mysteries of life. (Motivation)
JAMES O'DONNELL is Assistant Professor, Department of Curriculum and Instruction, New Mexico State University.
- :<div><p>acknowledgments<br>prologue: 1984<br>1. Weekday Warriors<br>2. In Search Of The Perfect Home<br>3. Meeting Arthur<br>4. Meeting Arthur's Friends...and God<br>5. Understanding Arthur...and The Mission<br>6. Going Deeper With Arthur...and Lizzie<br>7. Learning To Love Lizzie...anew<br>8. Arthur's Three Questions<br>9. Arthur, Perry, The Heaths, And Taking Risks<br>10. This New Way Of Life<br>epilogue: A Word From Arthur<br></p></div>
As I watched and learned from Arthur, I saw a new model of an adult man, so different from my cronies at work. I saw a Christian man seeking to live out a purposeful existence, serving his God and helping others. In him, I saw a man trying to do right and always willing to think through what "doing right" might be. From the very beginning, I asked Arthur my hardest questions, the kind of questions that I thought made faith impossible to accept. Like, how did he know Jesus was the one true God, and what did that mean? Or, with so much suffering in the world, how could he believe God is loving or powerful? Why do the good suffer as much as those who don't give a rip?" Arthur never recoiled from my nagging questions, nor did he seem to have a compulsive need to explain the ways of God. I learned as much from his silences and his manners as from his words.