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.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Place Where Intimacy Is Found
The people are not brought from Egypt into the land they had expected, but into the desert which is not a trial to be endured. It is instead an aspect of their salvation as real as anything that might follow. It is perhaps in the desert that they will be most certainly God's people. They have stopped being Pharaoh's and as time goes by they will be less God's, unless they can return to the desert, the place where the intimacy is really found.
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