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.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Creation
They were saying God created so there would be something, then someone, to reflect his glory - a rather self-centered or egocentric and decidedly unworthy notion. If we call the process sharing rather than reflecting, making it participation, inviting creation into the glory, it becomes more worthy, more valued action.
Labels:
creation,
God,
interpretations,
scripture,
sharing
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