Literary Profile

   My earliest memories of literature are very vague, so I guess they were not profound. I can remember my mother sitting on my bed, with my younger brother Seth, reading "Ferdinand the Bull". I cannot remember exactly how the story went, but all I can recall was that Ferdinand did not like to fight, he was a gentle giant. This story was not my favorite; I liked Frank Peretti's "Cooper Kids Adventure Series." My father would read these books to Seth and I, but sometimes they would get so intense that Seth would leave scared out of his mind. Many wild dreams followed these bedtime stories my father read aloud, and some moral lessons were learned through these youth-fiction literary works. Nursery rhymes were foreign in my house, except for the occasional "this little piggy-touch the toes" one. In place of them were my father's piano masterpieces, or so they seemed to me. He would gracefully tickle the keys, with his eyes closed, while perfectly performing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Frederic Chopin's Prelude in E-Minor, or Mozart's C Major Sonata. The most significant literary text I have read has also been the most recent book I have read. William P Young's "The Shack" is life-changing. It describes God the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit in a beautiful way that is easy to understand. The spiritual message of God's love for man-kind that Young communicates through the characters in the book is overwhelming and uplifting. During the time I read this book, pain plagued my body and mind. It seemed like my dreams of playing professional golf were slowly being ebbed away. This book helped me accept my pain and give it to Jesus. Literature matters because without it, I would not be able to write this post because when learning how to write one has to have the skills to read. I would not be able to read for knowledge or pleasure, or I would not be able to grow spiritually through reading the Bible. Literature does not matter when I do something instinctively, like flinching from someone throwing a punch at my face, eating or drinking when my body needs nourishment, or using the toilet. Basically, literature is a part of life, taking it away would alter everything about our world.