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.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
God's Stake
He was saying he wondered was God as serious about life as he had been, had he maybe lost interest somewhere along the line and withdrawn to be more spectator than participant. He asked was it likely God had started settling for whatever came along, rather than being active in the process. I said it seemed unlikely, that God had said he was in this for the long haul, but that may have been more hope than belief when I thought later about it.
Labels:
conversation,
faith,
friends,
God,
hope,
reflection
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