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, March 25, 2014
God's Continuing Concern
Although we can experience it as abandonment or the withdrawal of God's active concern, such is not the case -- not even in those frightful times when we can see so little in which to secure our hope. I think we can believe in his continuing concern and if it were not available through faith we would have to call it despair.
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