Faith Cometh By Hearing…

 

In our culture, people sit down to read a book less often. Yet even as reading has shifted from fundamental to supplemental, the power of the literary remains, thankfully. The growing market for audiobooks testifies to this. Faith can still come by hearing, if what is heard is a good word (Romans 10:17).

 

So I am pleased to announce that Across the Kitchen Table: Talking to Your Teen About Trans, is now available as an audio recording.  You can get “a copy” on Audible, Amazon, or iTunes. I narrated it myself, along with a few special guests, and it was a lot of fun. I was advised to exclude the footnotes and endnotes, so you can listen to the whole thing in a little over three hours. It takes even less time if you listen at 1.5 speed, which makes me sound breathless and adamant.

 

At whatever speed, I hope that this will get the word into more of the minds willing to consider a Christian approach to the gender question. And that there it will build faith.

 

In fact, to celebrate the occasion, I have some giveaways for those who traffic in Audible. My qualifying question: Think of one of your best experiences in having a book read to you, when you greatly benefited from that audio experience. What was the book and why?

 

Those who leave their answer in a comment below will get a promo code while supplies last. You can use the code on Audible to claim a free audio of Across the Kitchen Table. (You can then mentally compare your prime listening experience with that of having this book read to you.)

 

Brightening by the glow of an e-book or listening with earbuds or just good ol’ fashioned holding a paperback, I hope this word brings faith in the One Who heals us.

 

 

 

9 Comments

  1. Michelle Williams

    Before there was Audible there was Grandma’s lap. Her arms wrapped around me. Her soft cheek close to my pigtails, which often tickled her nose as she read Frog and Toad or whatever favourite I had chosen from the bookshelf in the living room. Time did stand still as I learned the faithfulness of a Godly grandmother’s nurture. Flipping the worn pages in anticipation of the next scene.
    Frog and Toad brought childhood delight. It wasn’t the book though that left the greatest mark. It was the voice and the lap that held time to propel me towards a love of nurturing womanhood as an Image bearer.

  2. For me it was Rejoice and Tremble: The Surprising Good News of the Fear of the Lord by Michael Reeves. I was on a roadtrip with two friends to Zion national park. We read it aloud as we drove and the mixture of hearing about the glory of God and seeing the beauty of the desert (especially at sunset) will stick with me for a long time.

  3. Mary K

    One of my favorite memories is my grandfather reading me English Fairy Tales collected by Joseph Jacobs, with Arts and Crafts style illustrations by John D. Batten, published in 1892. The cover depicts a door with an impressive lock and a knocker with a threatening goblin face. The supernatural world is a place of menace. Instead of Cinderella, who comes to us from France, we meet intrepid heroines, Mollie Whuppie, and Kate Crackernuts, who has to rescue a prince from the the fairies . Childe Rowland rescues his sister from the Dark Tower of the elf king, who is not at all like Tolkien’s elves. The end notes have speculations about archaeology that hollow hills like Maes Howe in the Orkney Islands formed the basis for fairy mound stories. “There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in philosophy.”

  4. Peter

    This is really gonna date me, but “The Bobbsey Twins” series, read to my twin brother and me at bedtime by our mother. It was a magical way to end the day and get us settled in for the night.

  5. Ken

    My family listened to a little known kids’ (Middle School-ish) book called “There’s a Boy in the Girl’s Bathroom” by Louis Sachar (who also wrote “Holes” and the Wayside School series). While the title sounds suspect to those on this website, it was a tremendous book about a troubled boy, a kind school counselor, and friendship. Recently my son and I listened again on Audible, over a series of evenings. The book breaks my heart.

    Similarly, on another road trip we listened to one of the Ramona books by Beverly Clearly… the goal was to keep the kids occupied. But the inner world of often-misunderstood Ramona reminded me so much of my daughter it was tremendously moving. Didn’t see it coming!

  6. Well, these comments make clear that the person reading to you, as well as the circumstances of listening, are as much a part of a moving listening as the book itself! I hope your AtKT listening brings you to a great place, even if not as much as these deep memories.

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