The best way I can describe this book is as follows: imagine if you ran into Donald Miller (of Blue Like Jazz fame) at a recovery meeting of some sort and his life had just been blown up by the doctrines of grace. His testimony might just read like this. It is at times both humorously and painfully autobiographical. It is brutally honest. And yet it is eminently hopeful as the gospel stays in full view throughout. Yes there is pain here, but it is pain with a purpose.
Joe was a pastor's kid turned pastor and spent most of his life in the church. Bob spent most of his life avoiding it. Yet grace has a way of both bringing the younger brother home and beckoning the elder brother in to the feast. As the book progresses, we see that these two stories are not all that dissimilar from each other . . . or from our own. There is a pride that says to God, "I don't need you, I can figure this out on my own" and there is a pride that says "I don't need you, but I'll stick around to get your stuff".
"Grace is kryptonite to pride". This book begins with a lot of brokenness. But as the stories progress, the brokenness gives way to grace. Or rather, the brokenness is the way of grace: "grace needs one thing, it needs cracks. The bigger the crack, the deeper the grace will penetrate". The most dangerous form of pride that we all harbor is the pride that says, "I have no cracks". I loved this book. It will break you open, and it will pave the way for grace if you will kill your damned pride.