Morgan Guyton, from his writing, is a person I think I would like to befriend. Not just because he talks about playing the blues, which I think makes him cool. Not just because he is laid-back enough to calmly walk through the rain without an umbrella. Not because he lived in an artist colony once. It’s because I think being friends with this guy would be a marvelously enriching experience.
I started reading his blog a little while reading his book, and the personality is consistent in both realms. A little impetuous. A little emotional. Maybe a lot emotional. Unafraid to proclaim truth, unafraid to step on your toes. Compassionate, pursuing a version of Christianity that is more authentic than the pop culture version. think he would not mind to wound me, his book indeed does; but he would be immediately ready to help me heal from the wound.
Also, he’s bald, and I can identify with that.
Alas, he is in Louisiana and I am nowhere close.
Guyton’s book isn’t about drawing lines and calling people on either side wrong. In fact, that whole attitude is the polar opposite of the spirit of this book. It’s about living in the middle, accepting that you don’t know everything, and learning to live in community with other humans who, by virtue of being human, are exactly the same. It’s a lesson of grace and a bit of an indictment against imperialist controllers, told against a backdrop of Guyton’s own fascinating life journey and free admission of his faults. In doing this, he embodies the challenges he calls others to.
I will read it again. Maybe soon. There are pieces of wisdom in this book that I need to hold close, and I pray that they live in my mind and heart to participate in my own spiritual formation.