It probably reveals something lacking in me, but I do love a list. My mother, in moments of exasperation, used to refer to my father as “Old Tidyitis” and I fear I have his genes in this respect. And then there is that age-old penchant in Catholicism for calibration – four sins crying out to Heaven for vengeance, five Joyful/Sorrowful/Glorious/Luminous Mysteries of the Rosary, seven deadly sins, and so on.Inevitably, therefore, I fell upon the Church Times’ list of 100 Best Christian Books, compiled by an expert panel and published this month. There was the sheer joy of another list, plus the pleasure of wanting to put a tick, cross or question mark next to each entry (only mentally: I am really not that sad). And, on a more practical note, for the past decade, I h