Conversations with Jesus (Vol 2)

Knights Templar, Benedictine Monks, Mexican Cartels, Motorcycle Crashes,
Occult Secrets, Tornadoes, Witches, Guns, Satanic Powers, Fatal Attractions,
Saints and Lonely Women. Frost does not disappoint with Volume 2. The once
and future boy next door thrills with glimpses into his wild life. The prodigy
continues his walk with Jesus through the world like a warrior angel and
through his deepest self like a traumatized child. Frost ventures deeper into
society but his disgust with the declining west continues to push him farther
away from humanity.
This is a most unique read. It is not a novel. It is a glimpse into the ups and
downs of an extraordinary man but also a damaged one. The pagan prince
accepts offerings and privilege as facts of life but remains so sensitive to his
true self that he has provided his own commetarian with a list of forbidden
words. Frost does not see it but this book is a must for any Christian library.
Frost's erratic character and PG-13 style creates a page turner for the youth
while the Lord delivers wisdom and moral guidance along the way. Parental
guidance is advised. Frost has no filter.
This experience reminded me of how much I sometimes dislike men like our
author. I am the person who can't get his drink refilled because Frost is
flirting with the server. Who can't place his order over Frost's radio and who
drives to work watching men like this nap in their hammocks. I don't
remember a beautiful woman ever asking me out or jumping in my vehicle.
Still I feel for this antiheroic adventurer who fails to realize how much he has
and continues to see himself as worthless. Our author refuses to discuss the
most remarkable narratives of the story. Jesus Christ has come to a most
uniquely positioned pagan with a purpose. Frost is so sensitive to his position
and destiny that he is determined to reject the gifts God lays before him. In
the end Frost does what he does best and throws it all away. We fans are left
with cliffhangers within cliffhangers that the author has no intention of
concluding. I'm frustrated even deeper at the image of our ditzy "Yo, Dude.
Like Whatever" author meeting Saint Peter but humbled by the results.
By the time you close this book you may be scheduling a therapy
appointment but you will also find that Frost has left an indelible mark on
your heart and soul. For myself that mark came in tears as I read Frost's
departing words: "I am ashamed of my mortal blood".
I am praying for Volume 3 and for Frost.