The Christian does not lack for books, of course. And I would not tell you to give up books. But there is something missing in the current generation of Christian writers. I think this passage in Ray Ortlund's book on revival, When God Comes to Church, gets at it:
It is so hard not to be dull. C.S. Lewis wrote that "when the old poets made some virtue their theme, they were not teaching but adoring, and . . . what we take for the didactic is often the enchanted." As I write, I am not merely teaching. I am adoring. Please do not take the enchanted as merely the didactic.
And of course this discernible sense of adoration is why Ray is one of my favorite bloggers, writers, pastors, persons.
It is why preaching that exults is so powerful.
And why so much Christian literature is not. We need prose that sings. We need writers who aren't merely authorities in their areas and can relay information to us in competent ways. Or we need readers who will not settle for that kind of writer. We need writers who receive on literary frequencies, writers who feel what they write, who convey poetry or beauty or some ecstatic sense in their writing. We need writers whose work emanates off the page the hum and buzz of adoration.
This is what's missing.