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.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
What Relationships Depend On
Some relationships depend on actions, on doing or responding to what is done. It is OK to some extent but allows no joining at a more essential level. That can occur in any situation but it is necessarily incomplete, and there is a danger of it being the extent of our relationship to God if doing, not being, becomes what is shared.
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being,
God,
relationships,
sharing
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