Amelie's Reviews > The God of the Garden: Thoughts on Creation, Culture, and the Kingdom

Few things clench my heart with an aching longing and love for the Kingdom than Andrew Peterson’s writing.

It’s simple sometimes, I think, to chuckle at foolish little Bilbo and nod along with Gandalf that “the world isn’t in your books and maps; it’s out there.” But as the pages of his humble book brushed my fingers, Andrew Peterson’s words reminded me, the ghost beside him as I read, to open my eyes to God’s world and truly live in it. To venture into the city-town I love and beyond. To plunge my hands into the soil and feel the serotonin-stimulant of dirt hug the underside of my fingernails. To place my hand on the thick trunk of a tree and marvel at the God whose breath still rustles its leaves. To care for my culture and my community, and to long for the sight of the Kingdom and the glory of God with every sob, inhale, step.

The trees tell a story, and that story is good.