I feel towards Paul Washer that particular kind of affection reserved for those godly men who, despite their weakness and frailty, were used mightily by God to preach Christ’s glorious strength, worth, and love in a world increasingly parched of all three.

Ours is something of a de facto illiterate culture. In practice, people know how to read; the issue is that they don’t read.

Should you manage to read a book a week over the course of your adult life, you will still have only read about 3,500 to 3,750 works in total—assuming, of course, that you began your reading journey at roughly age ten and continued diligently until around age 80, according to the math, or until your death—whichever should come first.