I just finished listening to Crazy for God by Frank Schaeffer. It is a brutally honest and heartfelt memoir (more a recollection of his own shortcomings–and successes–than that of his parents) of his experiences growing up in the L’Abri community in Switzerland, his later involvement in the formative period of the American religious right movement, his slow-burning break away from that movement and his eventual self-actualization.
The book offers an insider’s glimpse of the religious right and its players. I wrote down and subsequently accidentally erased one quote. To paraphrase, the religious right evangelical movement became more concerned with winning votes than with winning souls.
I was particularly touched by his reminiscences of his parents. It is a strange experience to watch your parents grow old as you yourself become older as well. Frank Schaeffer obviously loved his parents (loves, in the case of his mother who was still alive when he wrote this book), faults and all.
I have a mountain of thick books to surmount still, but I’ll add another one of Frank’s books to the heap.