Book Review: Jesus, My Father, the CIA and Me

To read Ian Morgan Cron’s Jesus, My Father, the CIA and Me is to look at Cron’s soul. There are no glimpses or allusions. He takes his soul with all of its pain, joy and everything in between and sets it on the table for all to see. His openness can be uncomfortable at times, as if we are seeing something not meant to be seen. But with this plain openness Cron lights up what is often hidden in darkness. Through his story of growing up with an alcoholic father he shows the ugliness of alcoholism, and the devastating affects it has on the alcoholic and anyone close. We see the utter hopelessness that a man can feel, and feel the pain that so many in our world feel right now.

But Cron’s story does not end in despair. Truly as a beacon of hope, we see the transformation that only Christ can offer. We see the depths of His love for man, and what it means to have our debts forgiven, because we have forgiven our debtors. I finished this book simultaneously wanting to cry out to God for intercession in our world, and thankfulness for the love and hope that we have in Christ. To say the least, this was a powerfully good read.

Here are two of my favorite quotes,

“Boys without fathers, or boys with fathers who for whatever reason keep their love undisclosed, begin life without a center of gravity. They float like astronauts in space, hoping to find ballast and a patch of earth where they can plant their feet and make a life. Many of us who live without these gifts that only a father can bestow go through life banging from guardrail to guardrail, trying to determine why our fathers kept their love nameless, as if ashamed.”

There were kids in the Bowdoin Fellowship who were C.S. Lewis and Josh McDowell addicts, eager to develop a rational case for the faith so they could defend it against the intellectual objections of pagan professors. I wanted to fit in with them and enjoy discussing apologetics, but it was thin gruel to me. I didn’t want to parse God – I wanted to be swept up in his glory. I didn’t want to understand the Holy One; I wanted to be consumed in his oceanic love.

I picked up a copy on the cheap from Definitely worth the 5 bucks.