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.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sharing in God
We belong to God, not in a sense of being possessed by him, but rather of membership in him, and him of us. He does not own us. Instead he shares what he has and who he is, inviting us to do the same. He partakes of us so that we might be united to his goodness and holiness. We each become more complete and each then has more to share.
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