I am feeling really frustrated. Needing to vent. I absolutely love Logos--it's not that, it's just that I have more terrific books than a human could read. Thousands and thousands of books, and I wouldn't trade one (well, may a few). Presently, I have 227 books on my "Absolutely Must Read Next (or else)" list.
I am very, very happy. I also need to vent. How on earth can I ever read all these great books before I go to Heaven?
Maybe I won't read them all. Yet, because I have them, I keep making discoveries: ideas, authors, perspectives, inspirations, insights, stimulation, expansion, serendipities, people, errors, corrections, history, depth, breadth, heights, clarity, tranquility, focus, cultures, worship, joy, thanksgiving, light, to name a few.
A few years ago, I took my family to the Smithsonian. Thirty minutes in, I realized I would need months to see this wonderful place. That is what happens with Logos, only Logos is bigger. Wonderfuller.
I am almost done venting, and then I will stop. Everyone needs Logos and all the Logos they can get. There. Done.