The title is the name of the book I just finished. It was written by G.K. Chesterton. His first name is Gilbert. I really like that name. I’m thinking Aidan would have been a great Gilbert. He can thank The Pastor when he is older for being named Aidan instead of Gilbert (or Atticus).
For those that don’t know, I resolved myself to read more this year. I had given up on finding any good reading material over the last couple years. I knew there just had to be something worth reading still out there, so at the beginning of this year, I set off on my journey to find it.
“The Man Who Was Thursday” was a really good book. It is a detective story of sorts. As the story unfolds, you see the police going head to head with the anarchists. I won’t elaborate more, because I really don’t want to give away the plot. I kept looking for the deeper meaning throughout the book. It was written by Chesterton, I knew there had to be some philosophical or theological point. It was made in the very last chapter. I am still a little fuzzy on the exact point of it all, but it was entertaining.
One point I did take from the book is this: when it is all said and done, our accuser cannot say we took the path we have (as Christians) because it was easy. If nothing else, all the trials and hardship we endure give us the right to stand before our accuser and say we chose this, not because it was easy, but because it was right.
Don’t let the seemingly skimpy size of the book fool you. Yes, it is only 103 pages, but those pages are wide and the margins are small. It was not the quick read I expected when I lifted the wimpy thing. I would recommend you read it. I would not categorize it among my favorites (that is a very elite club) but I will say it was worth my time.