Part memoir, part poetry, part theological exploration…
Mark Davis’ debut work of prose is indeed the telling of a deeply personal journey: he is raised Catholic, has a born-again experience in his late teens, proceeds to “inform” his non-believing friends that they are going to hell… until some years later…
god in chains opens with the very real moment when Mark awoke in his bedroom and realized his grip on those beliefs (or their grip on him?) had loosened.
There’s someone else in the room with him, telling the story.
Can this voice be trusted?
Should anyone trust it?
god in chains is a companion piece to the mark davis and the inklings CD, because there’s nothing outside