Living History Books

Malcolm Smith is probably the most capable exigete living today.
Not only that, but he is clear and very easily understood. Plus, he aids the reader in applying the spiritual information that he presents.

Bishop Smith's underlying theme, as always, is the unconditional love of God, and the living power of the Spirit right now. Jesus lives through His Body, which Body is us -- believers.

This book will open your eyes to who you are -- who you really are, and how to live it.

Looking through this book really made me feel as though I was touring the French countryside. Many of the homes are rural farmhouses or chateaus, and the pictures showcase the warmth and charm of that part of the world. Just beautiful.

The Lake District Of Minneapolis: A History Of The Calhoun-Isles Community is the collaborative work of David A. Lanegran (Professor and Chair of Geography, Macalester College) and historian, academician, and former codirector of the Living Historical Museum at Macalester College) offers a unique regional history of one of the most colorful of Minneapolis' distinctive neighborhoods which includes Lowry Hill, Kenwood, Lake of the Isles, and East Calhoun. This is a complete history of the area beginning with the early Native American settlements and the arrival of pioneering missionaries, through the era of the turn-of-the-century grand resorts and the innovation of streetcars; to the park board's remaking of the lakes and the landscape in 1911. Enhanced with superb historical photographs and illustrations, this informed and informative history concludes with historical walking tours of the Lowry Hill, Kenwood, East Lowry Hill, Lake of the Isles, East Calhoun, and Cottage City neighborhoods, The Lake District Of Minneapolis is superbly organized and presented -- and would well serve as a template for other localized and regional histories of American communities elsewhere in the country.

Short, powerful paragraphs next to intensely thoughtful pictures; this book will travel far, via word of mouth. This book is a walk beside a soul in healing, and because we are all "walking wounded", there is spiritual bread for everyone, here. The wisdom captured is absolutely universal; truth is truth, and this book contains much. I checked it out as a library book, but ended up buying several copies. It will take 10 minutes to read, but it will perch upon your heart and sing to you, for years.

This book is essential and obligatory reading for anyone who has ever head of a television, much less watched one. From the cover to the appendix, I was sucked into the book like a renegade ghost when the ghostbusters opened their trap, except for one difference. The ghost fought the pull, while I let the power of this book's content sink its claws into my excited brain and rip me out of my lousy reality into a world dominated by well constructed entertainment.

Read this book and die happy, or dont read it and... whatever :(

At the Bolinas commune, I couldn't figure out why Arthur Kopecky was under the covers with a flashlight every night writing in his diary when everyone else was sound asleep. A couple years later when I caught up with him at New Buffalo, he was still at it. As the decades passed, I wondered if anything ever came of it. In 2004, I googled the recently published *New Buffalo, Journals of a Taos Commune,* which was published to great critical acclaim. This second book is a real cliffhanger: How will the visionary leader end up leaving New Buffalo? Arty was always criticizing everyone else for lack of commitment. He must get kicked out, but how could the world's most committed communard be forced off the farm he had coaxed up from a patch of Taos desert? Who will the bad guys turn out to be? Yes, a nail-biter, but more important, a vindication of the 60s. It is disheartening that nearing the end of oil, the media continues to denigrate the important accomplishments of the back-to-the-land movement. Arthur Kopecky's journals are living proof that the "hippie trip" had a point, and in fact was often very focused. They show that city folk, with a lot of hard work, can survive on a self-sustainable farm without food stamps (if the government will leave them alone; with the wars on drugs, terrorism, and immigrants and possibly a new draft, the government will be even more an issue in the future). As we approach the end of oil as cities become increasingly unlivable, many will by design or destiny find themselves in a country way. The successes and failures at New Buffalo are instructive, and they are entertainingly and heartbreakingly described in these journals. Most important in the demise of New Buffalo was the lack of initial structure. But this book is not a primer on how to structure a commune. For that, google the 40-year-old Twin Oaks and hundreds more at the Foundation for Intentional Communities site. Read these journals for the joy of the ride: for the beautiful descriptive passages of the land and its inhabitants and the hilarious anecdotes, for the exhausting and elating interpersonal relationships, for the late night runs across the moonlit mesa, for a high-fashion Halloween party in the kiva after the day in the dairy, for the almost-forgotten appointment at the clinic kept covered with goat cum. Read it to your children to laugh together and give them hope for the future. Who knows what the future of Arthur Kopecky, a.k.a. Answei Livingproof, will bring? I can't wait to find out, and I hope there will be more journals to read. (You don't have to read the first book to "get" this one; it briefly recaps the first.)

I loved this book. As much as I would like to understand how the Shoah happened, as a Christian, after reading Wiesel, I have to respond to the psalmist's command "and all wickedness shuts its mouth. Psalm 107:42."

Most of Wiesel's books are fiction, but in this one, he is the main character. The book is thoughtful and thought provoking. My copy was given me by a jewish friend whom I had to convince I wanted to keep it; she wanted to keep it too! (I normally return borrowed books).

Haunting when Wiesel returns to Sighet in Romania to walk the streets of his hometown. He reflected "Nothing had changed. The house was the same, the street was the same, the world was the same, God was the same. Only the jews had disappeared." Can you imagine anything like that?

If it is any consolation, and I hope Mr. Wiesel is not offended, "behold, the Lord hath proclaimed unto the end of the world, Say ye to the daughter of Zion, behold your salvation comes, and his recompense with Him. Isaiah 62:11" And, from Isaiah 61:8 "the Lord loves justice, He hates robbery and wrong." And from Isaiah 25:8 "and the Lord God will wipe away all tears from their eyes, and will swallow up death in victory."

And if Christians do not see the writing on the wall and see our own guilt in what transpired in this last century, and at least respond with knocking knees, as Belshazzar, the Babylonian king, did, then Christianity is in deep trouble. But those are my own reflections not Wiesel's. He states in this book "That is what I reproach us for: our boundless arrogance in thinking we know everything." And "I repeat: hatred is no solution."

A truly moving and huanting collection of prose, photographs and diary excerpts from previous March of The Living participants

If you think "Southern Living" is just your mother's favorite magazine, read this book by the couple of crazy guys who started it. Logue and McCalla's hilarious back-and-forth is just one of the many attractions of this terrific story. Their irreverence about one of the New South's beloved institutions is refreshing, and their insights into the magazine business are like a short course in publishing smarts. A great read!

This powerful and dramatic and examination of a sexually abused woman with multiple personality disorder. You can read her book by one of the most brilliant and intellectual psychiatrists of our time, one Rolando I. Haddad. Once you study Dr. Haddads patient and read her story you will always remember how untill Dr. Haddad came along Lina was always in search of Lina.