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A Year of Living Prayerfully - Adventures, Insights, and General Awesomeness

On Monday night, I will be driving down to Hamilton to celebrate the launch of a new book from Tyndale House Publishing: A Year of Living Prayerfully.



I cannot tell you how excited I am to read this book. Or more accurately, to re-read this book.

You see, a few years back, my friend Jared asked me for a favour - would I help him edit a book excerpt for a book that didn't yet exist? He was prepping material for a literary agent, and wanted a pair of eyes to help him send the best possible material.

I, of course, said yes. I love reading, I love editing, and I love my friend Jay.

The chapter he sent me was crazy. It was fun, it was lively, it was thought-provoking.

I wasn't the only one who loved it - the literary agent signed him, and then they approached several major Christian publishing houses, and you already know how this ends: Tyndale signed him.

So he asked me for another favour. Would I be a pair of eyes for the full manuscript?

Yes. Of course, yes.

Such an adventure. So much fun. Great opportunities to say to him, "MORE OF THIS!" - and of course, to roll my eyes and remind him that not quite all his readers will share his sense of humour...

And now we're here. About to celebrate the launch of his book, the story of an unconventional prayer pilgrimage that found him walking on hot coals, celebrating New Year's Eve in North Korea, dancing with Hasidic Jews in NYC, hanging out in monasteries, and meeting the Pope.


Jared is a man of courage, determination, and wit. He's also someone who thinks critically about his life, who engages intentionally with the world around him, and who has been co-leading an anti-human-trafficking initiative for years. 

Seriously. All this. And more.

I'm excited to read the finished product. And I'm excited for you to read it too.

You can order it on Amazon. You can find all the places its available via Jay's website. OR you can join us in Hamilton on Monday - admission to the launch event includes a copy of the book (and all proceeds are going to charity).

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