I read The Body, by Charles Colson, shortly after the end of the Cold War. In retrospect, that may be the only great time to read that book.
Contrary to what the title implies, it’s not a murder mystery. Rather, it’s a description of the church, interwoven with conservative political views and a ecclesia-centric (there’s got to be a better word for that, but I don’t know it) view of history. In other words: the Soviet Union ended because of faithful Christians praying around the world and dying in Soviet countries.
There’s more to it than that, of course. (There’s more to any book than what you’ll find on this website.) But that’s the gist—and it’s really not too bad. The story of Maximillian Cobe still stays with me. And I’m glad I read it. I’m not sure if I’d be as glad to read it now, but that’s what makes the difference between a book in the 6’s and 7’s and one in the 9’s and 10’s.
