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.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Trusting
The prophet Jeremiah feels God should maybe look-out for God's people, that he should stop being so tough on Israel, in general, and in particular the prophet. There are times I feel the same way, times when God seems to be fouling things up, especially me, and he is missing the point of just about everything, and would he please stop. Please, smarten up. But when I complain, when I ask about it, he doesn't answer. He doesn't apologize. He won't even try to explain. Still, I think maybe he does understand, maybe better than I do; and even if he doesn't, there is little to do but go on trusting.
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