Back in the late 1990s, I burned my copy of Elisabeth Elliot’s Let Me Be a Woman – a story I tell here – along with a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. While I have nothing against Dracula as a novel, I burned it symbolically as a bad influence on my thinking. I’d read it too young, when I was seven. My grievances with Elliot’s book were more personal. In Let Me Be a Woman, she grossly misapplied Holy Scripture... Read more