I am far more able to slowly make my way through Eugene Peterson’s biography than most other books because I have to stop and repent so often.
And I’ve finally come to a paragraph that breaks me. It may be THE paragraph that breaks me. It’s about being a dad and in ministry… and that difficult place where I just simply didn’t choose wisely nearly enough.
The church was good work, holy work, but Eugene didn’t always draw the boundaries as he should have. He at times was more available to his parishioners than to his family. Years later, he would recognize — and regret — these failings. But it was hard for Eugene to see it clearly at the time. He actively resisted so many modern addictions and idolatries, but he didn’t see them all. He didn’t conquer them all. (p. 159, A Burning in My Bones)
Apprentice 2 Jesus 