I've got all Philip Yancey's books.
As far as I'm aware there's not a prize for that.
However, I'm trying to communicate that his writing has had a profound impact on my spiritual journey. His books introduced me to the wonders of God's grace and also encourage me to hold strong to my faith in the face of some difficult days.
On Sunday, I became the holder of a signed programme to go along with my book collection.
What does it say?
'To Paul, Missed you in Bristol! Philip Yancey'
I wasn't there. I had the chance to be there with him, but didn't take it.
Somehow, exciting as a signature is, it can't ever be a substitute for actually being in the company of the author.
I overslept this morning because I stayed up to watch the Lost Season 2 finale. As a result, I missed out on the usual time I set aside to talk to God. The brief prayers I shot out as I rushed around provided me with an idea, an autograph, a reminder that God is there, but nothing compared to actually making time to listen and converse.
I had the chance to be there with him, but didn't take it.
Missing out on the company of a favourite author is one thing.
But to miss being in the presence of the author of everything?
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