Godmothers: Do I Know How to Pick ’Em, Or What?

May 27, 2009 @ 7:26 pm | Filed under: Books

Last year, Beanie’s godmother wrote this beautiful book.

This year, Huck’s godmother wrote this one.

rosarybookWhen I first met Karen Edmisten nearly ten years ago on a homeschooling discussion list, I was struck by her cheerfulness, her good sense, her steadfast and intelligent faith, her warmth, her generosity of heart and spirit. Later, when we finally got to spend time together in person, I saw that those qualities which had shone forth from her writing were radiant in the offscreen woman as well. Both in person and in her writing, she is like a warm and steady beam of light, brightening the room, shining through the fog, illuminating the obscure.

Which is why I was thrilled to hear that she was writing a book about the Rosary, that strange and ancient prayer that so befuddled me in the years before I became a Catholic—and even in the years after my conversion. I wish I’d had Karen’s book in hand back then. I can’t think of any subject more deserving of the respectful, insightful, illuminating Karen Edmisten consideration that I’ve come to treasure over the years. As always, I find myself astonished by the beauty and clarity of her prose, the refreshing simplicity of it. She is at once down to earth and full of wonder, which is quite a feat and yet is a tone perfectly suited to the extraordinary “everyday mystery” of the rosary.

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  1. Karen Edmisten says:

    Who is this lovely woman of whom you speak? My husband and children want to know.

    :)

    Really, though, thank you *so much* for this! What beautiful, humbling words.

  2. regan says:

    it looks as if you do know how to pick ‘em. God bless you both! i look forward to reading Karen’s book this summer. :)

  3. Lisa says:

    I know whose going to get one of those now for Christmas! Thanks for introducing those great books!

  4. Reading Notes: May 2009 — Here in the Bonny Glen says:

    [...] wrote the above on Monday afternoon. Then I finished the Hornby book and read Karen Edmisten’s book (reread, really, since I’d been blessed with a sneak peek many moons ago), and hey, suddenly [...]

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