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The God Who Is Really There

I have had Don Carson's The God Who Is There for a long time. At one point I lent it to a friend without reading it first and forgot all about it. Recently, I wanted to read something on biblical theology, so I decided to give it a go. I am so glad that I did! This is the first I have read a book by Don Carson, and it won't be the last! If this is anything to go by, Carson is an excellent author. 

Like all brilliant communicators his goal is not impress you with his vast knowledge, but to point you as clearly as possible to the goal he has in mind. For Carson, the goal is to showcase the beauty of God  revealed to us in the plotline of the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation. 

There are so many gems in this book. The first chapter on Genesis and the last chapter on Revelation shone brightly! The best chapter is probably s Chapter 10 which takes us through the passion native of Matthew and highlights the ironies of the crucifiction. The book is full of wonderful stories, poems, anacedotes and prayers. The scholarship of Carson's shine throughout. But more importantly, the distinct mark it leaves on you is not the brilliance of Carson, but the wonder of our Lord Jesus Christ and the great future in store for those who love Him. I am looking forward to reading this book again with a few brothers, after we finish reading J I Packer's Knowing God.

 Copyright © Chola Mukanga 2020
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