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All Creation Waits: The Advent Mystery of New Beginnings






All Creation Waits: The Advent Mystery of New Beginnings by Gayle Boss/Illustrated by David G. Klein

This new advent book captures the essence of the Advent season in a unique way.  Gayle Boss, poet, writer and lover of all things nature, has taken the sights and sounds of nature, including animals, and given life to them through these Advent meditations.  The illustrations created by David G. Klein, an award winning graphic artist, are black and white pencil drawings of each animal in its different habitat.  With laser focus on the way these animals burrow and get ready for the winter season, Gayle and David provide their readers with a truly amazing experience of God's wonderful creation.

The descriptions of the animals were quite extraordinary and caused me to want to engage these animals in my own neck of the woods.  Gayle writes about the chipmunk by stating, "I hear a chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp, pointed as a metronome.  Ticking items off some list, a chipmunk sits up tall on teh warming cement slab" (18).  The chipmunk is digging tunnels near the front door, giving him a place to hide and a place for warmth from the cold.  Gayle mentions near the end of the meditation that each chipmunk has to make several decisions about the winter months, including how is he/she going to endure these cold, frost-bitten winter months with enough food and warmth for the whole season.

The beauty of this book is that it digs into the intricacies of how the animals we see everyday endure this winter time, waiting for the expectation of the coming of spring.  We wait as well, as believers looking forward to the coming of Christ, and have to pray, fast, and learn to meditate on his coming.  I know this book will be a great encouragement to those who love God's good creation.

Thanks to Paraclete Press for the copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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