I’m currently making my way through Foxe’s Book of Martyrs. It is an amazing book, and worth every ounce of the label “Classic”.
But Foxe’s Book of Martyrs is not a pretty story. It’s an ugly one, a violent one – in fact, it’s probably one of the most disturbing, gut-wrenching, appalling stores I’ve ever read. And yet therein lies of the beauty of it. Because Foxe’s Book of Martyrs is the story of heroes. And not just heroes: heroes of the Christian faith; men and women who were willing to undergo the most horrendous losses, the most inhumane tortures, the most ignoble deaths – all for the Lord who redeemed them. That is true beauty. That is true love. That is the grace of God.
And we lose our temper when someone cuts us off in traffic.