Howard Storm's Descent into Death is on a shelf in my library reserved for C.S. Lewis, right between The Screwtape Letters and The Problem of Pain. Most people today associate Lewis with the Narnia Chronicles, his enduring children stories. Lewis also thought deeply about Heaven and Hell, about sin, miracles, suffering, and death. I have read no book that rivals this one for bringing all those themes together in a personal story of revelation and redemption. I grew up in the televangelist era and have first hand knowledge of the excesses and mistakes. Not a whiff of that odor emanates from this author's experience. You are not invited to send donations to an address, not encouraged to send your e-mail for a monthly newsletter, not asked to do anything but read an astonishing story. Storm's book also has a tone of humility and a sense of overwhelming awe. It is also  a plea for kindness, love, and forgiveness in the midst of a dark, self-absorbed era. Although a brief book, it is also an onion, it has layers and depths in unexpected descriptions and metaphors. It is simply the best personal theology I have read since C.S. Lewis.