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, May 10, 2015
Discourteous God
Being God ought not mean you can overlook the requirements of courtesy and remain unresponsive, as you do. This arrangement where I talk and you say nothing does not work, at least from my perspective. I do not know what you derive from it but I am tiring of it pretty quickly.
Labels:
conversation,
courtesy,
God,
perspective,
prayer,
responsiveness,
silence
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