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.
As creator or life-giver, does God not owe more to the process and have greater responsibility for its outcome? He was first to reach, first to offer and first to care, and doesn't caring mean wanting most of all?
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