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, September 18, 2011
God's Role
It is sometimes easier to say God has no role in day-to-day functioning, to say his casual role is inapplicable to specific situations. The alternative is to see him as responsible for some terrible things, things inconsistent with whom we want him to be.
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