The better way

I met up with my pastor today and he asked me what I'm reading. I told him Jonathan Franzen's Freedom for next month's book club, which I'm really enjoying. It's yet another one of those novels in which everyone is wise to the ways of the world, marries for bad reasons and raises disfunctional children. So it's bleak but you almost forget to notice because you're carried along by the ironic, cynically humorous tone.

Don't you think it's sad how we're awash in irony and cynicism? How if a person were to speak of or treasure things like purity, joy and what is true, they would sound like a five year old? "Don't you think we moved on from that a while back?" Maturity's screwed. As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.