Synopsis
From childhood, Lucanus has a deep sensitivity to, and an uncanny ability to alleviate, the pain of others. During his youth, he also has several mystical encounters with a symbol of horror and suffering - a cross. As he matures, he is nurtured and taught first by tutors at home, and then at the university in Alexandria. Upon completion of his physician's training, he embarks on a career ministering almost exclusively to those who most need and can least afford good medical care. Although he touches many, he is tormented by his failure to be able to help some of those dearest to him.
On his travels, Lucanus begins to hear rumors and testimonies of a teacher in Judea, including stories of miraculous healings. He becomes obsessed with learning the truth about the man Jesus, and ultimately seeks out, interviews, and records the firsthand accounts of many who were closest to him. In the process, Lucanus works through his own anger and doubt to unshakable faith that the teacher from Nazareth was indeed the Son of God.
Comments
Dear and Glorious Physician is a shining example of historical fiction as it should be written. The author has clearly researched her material well, and treats the story with all due reverence without becoming stilted or sappy.
On the surface, this book is a richly detailed portrait of life in the Roman world near the time of Christ. On a deeper level, it is a moving account of the prevenient grace of God which shaped Luke into a physician, a believer, and a historian of the early church. Taken as a whole, it has enriched my reading of the New Testament by helping me to better visualize the settings and understand the ideology of the people of the time.
Recommendations
The book does contain some graphic descriptions of disease and sordid conditions. There is also some discussion of the depravities of the Roman upper class and court. These are, in my opinion, appropriate to an accurate depiction of that world at that time; however, they will be disturbing to some readers.
I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read; books have always been the lenses through which I view the world. The Book, the Word, the Light, brings into being my very faculty of sight. Some books are corrective glasses, clearing up distortions and bringing into focus all things needful for me to see. Others are binoculars, extending my field of vision to identify far off things of which I would otherwise have only blurry glimpses. Certain books are microscopes, showing me minute particulars which despite their seeming smallness are of vital significance. Still others are telescopes, directing my gaze past this finite world to wonders of the great Beyond. Some books are windows, letting light and air into the rooms in which I am too apt to shut myself up. And some are mirrors, holding up before me the honest reflection of my true self which I would not otherwise see.
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