While my wife was singing her wonderfully simple and lyrical song Make Me Pure to the Christian people at the East Wilton Church last night a literary hero of mine lay dying in Moscow. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn crossed over last night at the age of 89.
His first book A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich caused me to admire the writer. I read it years ago. I remember feeling a strong connection, maybe sympathy is the right word, for the characters in the book.
Seventeen years ago the political system that exiled him to America came crumbling down. While Soviet-style Communism lies in ruins the literary works of this great man will continue to inspire, reveal and challenge.
Doug Phillips wrote a fine personal reflection on Solzhenitsyn.