I recently ordered a copy of Nicaea and its Legacy, by Lewis Ayres, as a bit of a Christmas present for myself during the recent Advent season. Having been exercised by all things Trinitarian since the summer’s public, but rather niche, subordination debate, I was assured by reviewers and experts alike that this book was sure to scratch my growing itch to understand the third and fourth century Nicene controversy better. While I would certainly love to discuss, over the next (hopefully under-eighteen hundred) words, the complexities of Pro-Nicene theology, what is more pertinent to my present task (and much more within my ken) is rather the shipping method of this order. It, unfortunately, was not an Amazon Prime order. In other words, who knows when this book would actually arrive!
I received a shipping confirmation within only hours; yes, exciting, off to a good start. The range for expected delivery was something like three to twenty one days, so naturally, it being a Saturday, I expected it by Wednesday. Well, no book come Wednesday. I rapidly became agitated checking my account over and over, looking for shipping updates, to no avail—I mean, come on, at least throw a guy a tracking number! Of course I emailed the seller asking for delivery information, but only to receive a worthless cookie cutter email in return. Eventually I did find that it was at a mail distribution center, but it seemed to be sitting there for days as I meticulously kept tabs. How could they allow this gem to just languish in a pile in some warehouse in Maryland? This near obsessive behavior of mine went on for days (just ask my wife!), but I will kindly spare you the rest of the details of this harrowing first world drama. There is, Lord willing, a point to it.