While most of us grit our teeth and slog through times of spiritual dryness hoping that nobody will notice, Renita Weems looks these times straight in the face. With passionate longing and searing honesty, she perseveres until she discovers a new language of God's presence. "Stalking epiphanies," Weems turns to journaling prayer to "grope, stammer, and sniff" her way to God.
My personal religious pilgrimage is not exceptional. I grew up in a community church in southern California that had evangelical leanings. It was a strong and caring group of people, even though the leadership of the church circumscribed the Christian faith with a relatively strong dose of moral legalism.