The King Is Coming
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
When you first opened this book, what were you quietly hoping it would give you, and did reading it feel like coming home to something?
Was there a page you read twice just because it felt comforting? Tell us what settled your heart about it.
The book keeps returning to the idea of waiting with expectation. When has waiting for something good actually felt warm rather than anxious in your own life?
Bevere writes about living with eternity in mind. What is one small, ordinary part of your week that this book made feel more meaningful?
The idea of a coming King carries both awe and tenderness. Which of those two feelings did the book stir in you more, and why do you think that is?
If you imagined a homecoming or reunion you deeply long for, how did the book's picture of hope compare to that feeling for you?
Without giving away where the book lands, was there a moment that gently unsettled you or invited you to shift something? How did you sit with that feeling afterward?
By the last chapters, what did this book leave you longing for, and how might that longing quietly change the way you love the people around you?