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.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Being Honest With God
In the Psalms are the voices of people who can be honest with God. They say what they feel and say it out loud because their God is a person rather than an untouchable, unreachable majesty. He shepherded them in the desert and walks with them now. He can hear and understand, and even change his mind. He cares for them and seems to need them as much as they need him.
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