Having read St. Augustine's City of God, John Calvin's Institutes, Martin Luther's The Bondage of the Will, and having just finished my tenth reading of the entire Bible, I am convinced that Hunt misses the meaning of God's love. This is a book not about God's love, but about man's gloriousness. It would fit well among the writings of the Age of Enlightenment, except for its bad scholarship. Particulars about the author's misinterpretation of the above books abound in reviews by other sensible readers, so I shall spare you... Readers who give this book more than one star fascinate me. My conclusion is that they have read neither the Bible (unless they have read it in their sleep) nor the works of the theological giants mentioned above. For that they are to be grievously pitied.