I was eager to read Donald Miller’s latest book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years because like many people I am a fan of Blue Like Jazz. I had tried to get an advance copy to review but was unable to get one because of the demand. I was delighted to be offered a copy through another source and immediately started to read.
My first impression of the book (besides the awkward title that I can never remember!) was that he sounded like Andy Rooney. I don’t mind Andy Rooney and I can’t really pinpoint why that was my first impression but I think it had something to do with the style of writing. I almost put it down but I decided to push through it a bit more. I recognize that I may have had some preconceived ideas and I needed to put them aside and let the book speak for itself.
Somewhere along the way I began to really enjoy the book. I loved the stories although at times the self deprecating tone wore thin. Most of us would be delighted to live even half of the experiences Donald Miller has chosen to enter into.
But let me tell you what I loved about this book. I have heard so many people talk about story and narrative especially in the context of post-modernism. This book really helped me to see what they were talking about. About half way through I think I started to get it. I got excited about story and my story and the story I am telling.
I love the Victor Frankl quote at the end of the book,
We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our answer must exist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answers to problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets before each individual.
I’m realizing that every day is story time.