I first read G.K. Chesterton’s Orthodoxy almost a decade ago for a theology class I was taking in undergrad. For me, a funny thing often happens to books, even great books, when they’re assigned to be read for a class. They begin to feel like obnoxious weights to be lugged around for the duration of a quarter or semester. And I lose all appetite when it comes to enjoying the text; instead, I just chew and swallow as quickly as possible. This was true of Orthodoxy the first time I read it. But giving it a second reading now, without the pressures of having to extrapolate enough meaning to comprise a 1,500 word essay on the matter, has been thoroughly enjoyable. Chesterton states early in the book that his purpose for writing it is to “attempt an explanation, not of whether the Christian faith can be believed, but of how [he] personally has come to believe it.” While I have never had a particular liking for apologetics in the classic sense, I have been captured by the exquisite way in which Chesterton presents his case for the all-encompassing truth found in the inexplicable wonder of Jesus Christ. This is necessary reading for all who are interested in engaging the connection between God and the coexistence of truth & mystery found strewn throughout the fabric of the human experience.