Friday Mom asked a while ago what I thought of Marilynne Robinson’s novel, Gilead. I had to admit with some chagrin that although it’s in my sidebar I hadn’t really gotten started on it. But yesterday, while sitting at the allergist’s office with #1 Son for more than 6 hours, I read a little more than half. It’s a beautiful, beautiful book. The central character is an old Congregational minister, son and grandson of ministers. He reflects on life and death and the sacraments and heaven and love and war and peace in a letter written to his late-in-life son. I highly recommend it, especially for those of us who reflect all the time on just the same topics.