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.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Misunderstood God
It would be a silly God who had not understood people would make mistakes. It would be a one-sided (or lop-sided) God who focused only on those mistakes. It would be a terribly insecure and angry God who required retribution. So, we have probably misunderstood.
Labels:
anxiety,
fear,
focus,
foolishness,
God,
insecurity,
mistakes,
misunderstanding
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