I like Max Lucado's books, but I can never claim they're deep, only encouraging. Every single time I read one of Lucado's books, I soon forget what it said, and need to read it again. He Chose the Nails is no exception.
Not to rag on Jesus, but this was a bunch of fluffy Christian stuff. Might continue on (it is short), but too many other books I'm consumed with currently to continue for now.
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