Carl Lawrence is a well respected and well-known writer, and while this book has much to offer the reader, it is not without serious flaws. For much of the book the book's narrative kind of floats around from one unknown speaker to another, until one is never sure who is speaking. This gives the book an anchorless feel to it and when combined with the sense of third hand or fourth hand feel of some of the stories this becomes a real problem. (Though this is understandable for by their very nature these stories are without any documentation and are completely unverifiable). When this becomes serious is when the stories continued to become increasingly wondrous, so does their credulity. Until the stories start to include accounts of people being raised from the dead, which (for me) finally stretch the book to the breaking point. This is unfortunate because the first two chapters of this book which deal with the Mao period from 1949 to 1985 (particularly the Cultural Revolution of 1966-1968 in which it is estimated that up to 30 million people were killed) is very strong, particularly the second chapter where Lawrence deftly and beautifully shows the revival of Phoenix-like Church, in which the house church of China was born.