What The Devil Is It All About Anyhow?

I read books in order, a fact clear enough to me.  I don’t know what the next book “in the list” will be until I’m reading it, usually, but it is nonetheless always clear that a continuing message runs through
all of it consistently. 

The last three or four books I’ve picked up have not held my interest beyond the middle of the book and I’ve struggled lately to understand why this long standing pattern in my reading seemed to have been derailed.  One night I woke around 3:00 and after praying for a while, I had the desire to get out of bed and read Ecclesiastes.  So I did.  (You should too.)  And went back to bed.  

But even that, so I thought at the time, didn’t put me “on the right path”, I’ll call it, until