I went to hear Donald Miller speak on Monday.  I arrived a few minutes late, but really just in time.  As I was approaching the doors of the gargantuan church someone was moving toward the same destination from an opposite parking lot.  He beat me to the door by a second or two, so he held it open for me.  Donald Miller was a few minutes late too, and playing the role of my personal doorman, though when he entered the building they did not ask him for $15.  I said, “Hey, nice to see ya,” as if we were estranged and uncomfortable friends.  Don didn’t say, “You too, I read your crumby blog all the time.  How ya been?”  He looked at me in silence, the way the credit guy at a car lot looks at a loan applicant.

Donald Miller has written a book about writing a movie about a book he wrote.  And it is great.  A Million Miles in a Thousand Years takes on the meaninglessness of life.  I’m not sure the book triumphs over life, but it will inspire you to give living a shot.  Miller is honest as usual:

“I wrote a memoir a several years ago that sold a lot of copies.  I got a big head about it for a while and thought I was an amazing writer or something, but I’ve written books since that haven’t sold, so I am increasingly insecure again and things are back to normal.”

Even if you aren’t a reader, order one to display in your library; it has a very sexy dust jacket.  If you choose to read it, you might find yourself challenged to take risks and to live a more worthwhile story.