There is significant pleasure in being an early adopter of a book like The Times of My Life. Jim Langford’s memoir celebrates the beatitudes of life while acknowledging daily challenges. The Times of My Life includes details of Langford’s early years, lived in...
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There is significant pleasure in being an early adopter of a book like The Times of My Life. Jim Langford’s memoir celebrates the beatitudes of life while acknowledging daily challenges.
The Times of My Life includes details of Langford’s early years, lived in the shadow of the Golden Dome of Notre Dame, as he captures the shifting economic fortunes of South Bend and the territorial range of his early and then formative high school years. In coming to know Jim Langford, one vicariously experiences a bygone era of honor, friendship and simple values.
Langford is a virtuoso stylist. There are poignant and telling descriptions of religious leanings, a life veering toward service, a conversion and acceptance of God in the bucolic setting of a monastery in Minnesota. There is fasting, prayer, and work alongside academic training as Jim Langford becomes a priest, distinguished scholar, and author of a seminal work on The Church’s relationship with Galileo.
Throughout much of the book, the divining light of The University of Notre Dame influences and providentially directs Langford’s life. The influence of the recently deceased Father Hesburgh lives alongside Langford’s story in a telling of the great restorative apostolate of social engagement that describes the reemergence of the Catholic Church under the influence of the Notre Dame community.
For anybody committed to faith and service, to understanding the beatitudes of life, The Times of My Life reads like the honest confessional of a saint observing the world around us and offering a way forward.
In a most telling scene, not long after leaving the church, Jim Langford, cast into the hell pit of a New York subway, bears witness to a male commuter quietly stealing the seat of a woman who had just fainted. This is the world inherited, one which must be made right. Jim Langford, in The Times of My Lift, offers a redemptive, humanist alternative of active engagement and community.
The Times of My Life is a book worth reading and cherishing, a book that quietly shows us The Way! I urge you to read it and pass it along.
There is significant pleasure in being an early adopter of a book like The Times of My Life. Jim Langford’s memoir celebrates the beatitudes of life while acknowledging daily challenges.
The Times of My Life includes details of Langford’s early years, lived in the shadow of the Golden Dome of Notre Dame, as he captures the shifting economic fortunes of South Bend and the territorial range of his early and then formative high school years. In coming to know Jim Langford, one vicariously experiences a bygone era of honor, friendship and simple values.
Langford is a virtuoso stylist. There are poignant and telling descriptions of religious leanings, a life veering toward service, a conversion and acceptance of God in the bucolic setting of a monastery in Minnesota. There is fasting, prayer, and work alongside academic training as Jim Langford becomes a priest, distinguished scholar, and author of a seminal work on The Church’s relationship with Galileo.
Throughout much of the book, the divining light of The University of Notre Dame influences and providentially directs Langford’s life. The influence of the recently deceased Father Hesburgh lives alongside Langford’s story in a telling of the great restorative apostolate of social engagement that describes the reemergence of the Catholic Church under the influence of the Notre Dame community.
For anybody committed to faith and service, to understanding the beatitudes of life, The Times of My Life reads like the honest confessional of a saint observing the world around us and offering a way forward.
In a most telling scene, not long after leaving the church, Jim Langford, cast into the hell pit of a New York subway, bears witness to a male commuter quietly stealing the seat of a woman who had just fainted. This is the world inherited, one which must be made right. Jim Langford, in The Times of My Lift, offers a redemptive, humanist alternative of active engagement and community.
The Times of My Life is a book worth reading and cherishing, a book that quietly shows us The Way! I urge you to read it and pass it along.
