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Jesus, My Father, The CIA, and Me: A Memoir. . . of Sorts

May 19, 2011

Michael Hyatt:

I decided to finish reading Ian Cron’s new book, Jesus, My Father, the CIA and Me: A Memoir of Sorts. Honestly, I was blown away. I couldn’t put it down. I connected emotionally and aesthetically with so much of it.

If you enjoyed Don Miller’s book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, you will love Ian’s book. I was captivated not only by his personal journey (much of which paralleled my own), but by the way he expressed it. Ian is an enormously gifted writer.

Let me share with you a snippet from the opening of chapter 15. This deeply resonated with me:

In 1959, Lieutenant Colonel William Rankin was flying his supersonic jet at forty-eight thousand feet when it suffered a catastrophic engine failure. He was forced to eject from his aircraft over acumulonimbus—a gigantic storm cloud that gives even seasoned pilots the intestinal cramps.

“You’ve seen one. When fully mature, the cumulonimbus is a cauliflower-shaped cloud with billowy towers and turrets that can reach altitudes of seventy-five thousand feet. On its peak sits its distinct anvil-shaped top. When a group of cumulonimbus clouds get together, they form menacing supercells. You don’t want to attend the party unless you are one of those supernaturally stupid people on the TV show Storm Chasers.

“Colonel Rankin is the only man to fall through the ‘king of clouds’ and live to tell the tale. In the center of the cloud Rankin was met by rising air blasts that shot him heavenward, then hurled toward earth by brutal downdrafts. Large hailstones at the mercy of the same forces pummeled the helpless pilot. Bolts of lightning passed frighteningly close, followed by thunder so fierce than Rankin claims he felt it more in his body than his ears.

“‘This was nature’s bedlam,’ he said, ‘an ugly black cage of screaming, violent, lunatics … beating me with big flat sticks, roaring at me, screeching, trying to crush me or rip me with their hands.’

“That is what 1986 felt like to me.”

I don’t don’t about you, but for me, 2005 was a giant storm cloud experience. Some day I’ll blog about it. Frankly, I am still amazed that I survived. But God is good. I did survive and I am better because of it.

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