My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Revelation
Revelation is not over. In truth it's hardly begun. God has not stopped. He is still trying to reveal himself. He still speaks his word, a word we are free to hear and to which we can respond. We may hear it differently and may find it is spoken to each in a different way, but all should listen trying to understand. Then proclaim what we thought it meant. There may be no shortage of interpretations, but maybe there should be. We are unique as people. We can be unique as hearers.
Labels:
faith,
God,
interpretations
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