I’m guessing we all have moments in time when we are spiritually at a low ebb. Ironically, Christmas day was one of those low points for me. I was toast. However, during the course of reading The Candlestone I couldn’t help but be re-energized by the very same power and Spirit that are the source of strength for young Bonnie, The Professor and Billy.
Yes, the book is far more “Christian” than the previous book, but it turned out great for this old boy that it was so. The reliance of the characters in scripture and on the basic principles of foundational Christian doctrine helped to remind me of the foundations of my own faith. There was enough scripture (without constant Bible references) and enough power in the “imagined” prayers – though I’m sure that large parts of those prayers are prayed every day somewhere by someone – that the prose sparked my own faith and continued to bring my mind back to my Savior and his wonderful love.