Two years ago, I read The Alchemist for the first time. The next summer, I read it again. And now I’m picking it up once more. It’s amazing to me how this book manages to challenge the core of me. Each paragraph somehow relates to my life at the moment, encouraging me where I’m at. This year, among other things, the more I read the more I’m convinced that I should be reading the Bible constantly. If The Alchemist can reach my innermost thoughts in only 167 pages, God’s word must be able to do so much more. Yet somehow I keep putting it off, as author Paulo Coelho has my mind completely immersed in the journey of Santiago.
If you haven’t read the book, I highly recommend it. Originally written in Portuguese, its been translated into fifty-six languages and sold millions of copies. I’d let you borrow my copy, but it’s got all of my personal thoughts scribbled through it. Get your own.
“We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it’s our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.” p.76