God: An Anatomy

Every chapter, I'm thinking to myself "so close!" In this book, Stavrakopoulou has a field day with ancient artefacts. Everything is of equal value, there's no notion of one description/artefact being more authoritative than another. That said, the pieces are still cool. The photos of idols, documents, paintings, mosaics, etc all remind me of my visit this past year to the Institute for the Study of Ancient Cultures in Chicago, where ancient people's beliefs are transmitted and almost certainly misinterpreted by us modern folks. Stavrakopoulou has amassed a ton of "evidence" in this book, but her story is sorely mistaken. She gets it right when in acknowledging God has a body; she gets it wrong in concluding it's a dead one. The most baller epilogue I've ever read synthesizes millenia of revelations of God's body, and yet, she doesn't have faith. She chalks up as mere stories the descriptions of the Son from thousands of years ago, failing to trust the prophecies and failing to see that her "ancient" God is actually the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow