By Whitney Bauck, originally posted at the Center for Faith and Work.
When I introduce Christian Wiman’s work, I often begin with the assertion that he’s 75 percent of the reason that I still call myself a Christian.
Wiman’s work entered my life at a time when I desperately needed it, via a friend’s recommendation on a sunny morning walk in early spring. It would be difficult to overstate the impact that My Bright Abyss, the first Wiman title I read, had on me. It made faith not only seem possible, but also sane and holy and even necessary, for the first time in ages.
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