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Date de parution
04 septembre 2018
EAN13
9780736974950
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
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Publié par
Date de parution
04 septembre 2018
EAN13
9780736974950
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
1 Mo
Endorsements
God knew I needed this book at the time I read it. Tilly helped me pinpoint some of my own relational troubles as a bout with envy, and her words also helped me know how to respond to this realization in biblically appropriate ways. Seeing Green is an excellent resource that I highly recommend.
Christine Hoover, author of Messy Beautiful Friendship and Searching for Spring , host of By Faith podcast
Seeing Green was a particularly satisfying book for me. Bold and frank in equal measure, it addresses one of the more grievous sins of our generation- envy-a rough granite sin that our therapeutic culture has trained us to shine up like it was virtuous marble or something. Dillehay writes intelligently, gracefully, biblically.
Douglas Wilson, senior fellow of theology, New Saint Andrews College; pastor, Christ Church, Moscow, Idaho; author of Wordsmithy and Reforming Marriage
Envy is like the kudzoo of petty sin. Many Christian women are struggling to find the joy in their life, not realizing that invasive envy is choking it out. Tilly does a lovely job coming alongside women to find the roots of these entangling struggles and tear them up. Her own joy in freedom from this sin is contagious, and you will find yourself challenged, encouraged, and wondering what needs to be uncovered in your life.
Rachel Jankovic, author of Loving the Little Years and You Who ; cohost of What Have You podcast
Envy-almost all of us struggle with it, and almost none of us will admit to it. In this eminently practical book, Tilly Dillehay shows us envy in its many disguises so that we can learn to recognize its itching and writhing presence in our own lives. More than that, she celebrates the goodness of borrowed glory in God s world, forcing us either to rot in our resentment or to learn to rejoice in the glorious inequalities that God so loves. This book is worth much reflection and meditation. I highly recommend it.
Joe Rigney, professor, Bethlehem College and Seminary, and author of Lewis on the Christian Life and The Things of Earth
Seeing Green gently but persistently exposed the envy in my life and made me want something better. Tilly Dillehay writes honestly and compellingly about her own struggles and growth, leaving readers with confident hope that we don t have to give envy a home in our hearts.
Betsy Childs Howard, editor, The Gospel Coalition, and author of Seasons of Waiting
This book is a painful pleasure to read. A pleasure because the writing is lively and compelling, and painful because it exposes so many ugly back rooms of our envy-infested hearts. Dillehay s treatment of envy is personally vulnerable, theologically rich, and pointedly practical. It has great potential to increase your joy by helping you delight in God s gifts of glory to others. I ve already given away several copies. I recommend that you read it and do the same.
Bobby Jamieson, associate pastor, Capitol Hill Baptist Church, Washington DC, and author of Sound Doctrine and Going Public
Envy is a subtle and vicious sin, which usually aims at those closest to us-family, friends, neighbors, fellow workers, and church members. It is embarrassing to divulge, and thus it gnaws at our souls, filling us with rage at others success or with satisfaction at their misfortune. Arguably, envy is the original sin that burned within Satan and has beset mankind throughout history. We see it in Scripture-from Cain to Saul to Joseph s brothers and to the Jews of Jesus s day who nailed him to a cross. In short, envy makes us unwitting accomplices of the devil, and it can destroy our souls. In her debut book, Tilly Dillehay helps us understand this sin in its various manifestations. With candid admission of her own struggle, penetrating insight into the human heart, and full confidence in God s mercy, Dillehay offers hope to those ensnared by this green-eyed monster. She helps us see borrowed glories for what they are and fixes our gaze on the glories that await those hidden with Christ in God (Colossians 3:3). Read this book and serve your soul!
Ivan Mesa, editor, The Gospel Coalition
This book is full of Scripture as we face God s view of the sin of envy. We are shown the gospel that redeems us from all our sins. Christ is exalted and glorified. Women of all ages will benefit from reading Tilly Dillehay s book.
Caroline Newheiser, MA, certified counselor, Association of Certified Biblical Counselors; blogger, Biblical Counseling Coalition
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are from The ESV Bible (The Holy Bible, English Standard Version ), copyright 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Scripture quotations marked NIV are taken from The Holy Bible, New International Version , NIV Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
Italics added to Scripture quotations are the author s emphasis.
Cover by Darren Welch
Cover photo maxim ibragimov / Shutterstock
Seeing Green
Copyright 2018 Tilly Dillehay
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97408
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
ISBN 978-0-7369-7494-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-7495-0 (eBook)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Dillehay, Tilly, author.
Title: Seeing green / Tilly Dillehay.
Description: Eugene, Oregon: Harvest House Publishers, [2018]
Identifiers: LCCN 2018000559 (print) | LCCN 2018016426 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736974950 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736974943 (pbk.)
Subjects: LCSH: Envy-Religious aspects-Christianity. | Joy-Religious aspects-Christianity.
Classification: LCC BV4627.E5 (ebook) | LCC BV4627.E5 D55 2018 (print) | DDC 241/.3-dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018000559
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Dedication
To Sophie, Callie, Phoebe, and Emma, whose
borrowed glories turn my gaze upward in worship.
Contents
Endorsements
Dedication
When the Music Hurts
1. What Is Glory? And What Does Envy Have to Do with It?
2. The Unbearable Inequality: Understanding Envy
3. Borrowed Dust: The Envy of the Body
4. Borrowed Magnets: The Envy of Charm and Influence
5. Borrowed Ideas: The Envy of the Intellect
6. Borrowed Money: The Envy of Options
7. Borrowed Art: The Envy of Creativity
8. Borrowed Tasks: The Envy of Competence and Control
9. Borrowed Trinity: The Envy of Relationship
10. Put Off, Put On
11. The Eyes That Matter: Why We Need God s Approval After All
12. The Glory You Will Wear Forever
Happiness Is the Best Revenge?
Notes
Acknowledgments
About the Author
About the Publisher
When the Music Hurts
I t was a bitter night, I remember; there was a sleeve of frost around the glass door of the coffee shop. I was a sophomore in college, and I still thought I wanted to be a jazz singer.
My self-released CD of cover tunes had been sold online and to friends and family members; that tiny first printing was nearly gone. It had been little or no trouble to me to make the album and no work to speak of, and it had done nothing to teach me about music theory or how to be onstage.
It had also done nothing to dampen my daydreams of being the ing nue jazz singer, bringing old blues into a new era, making the old style fresh and smart and young. In these dreams, the public acknowledged my beauty, voice, and brains in exactly equal measure. The kids in my youth group were embarrassed about not talking to me much. Old enemies dropped my name at school and work, offhandedly mentioning that they knew Tilly Cryar personally.
But on this particular cold night, I wasn t daydreaming.
I walked into the coffee shop alone; some of my family members were already there. Two of my sisters were in the back, the older one ordering something. The other two-the ones just younger than me-were standing nervously in a corner where the microphones had been set up. They shifted their eyes around; they laughed in little spurts at their friends who had come to see them. They fiddled around with the instrument cases even though everything was ready.
At seven o clock, an employee of the coffee shop must have given some kind of green light because the girls stepped behind the microphones. Their shaking hands strapped on a ukulele, a guitar. They began the first chord progression; I don t remember if back then only one kept rhythm or if both of them did, or if they had already begun to use those wonderful finger-picking patterns.
But the song was one they had written themselves. Callie, the older, opened her mouth and began to sing, and her voice made us all stop what we were doing. Phoebe, the younger, began to harmonize. It was a sweet, soulful song. The lyrics were like precious stones, one line after another-not polished yet, a little bumpy, but the richness was all there.
These two girls were just teenagers. Before now, they d refused to play their songs even for the family. They d taken Papa s eight-track recorder and secreted away into their rooms, writing and recording clips, afraid at first even to show things to each other.
And even that night onstage, they were no good at all at talking to the crowd. Self-conscious a