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, September 22, 2015
Our Focus on God
It seems we focus on God's activity. Our creed is mostly action, and that is O.K. since actions are important, indicating God's intervention in life; but it is not a quiet belief so much as it is a busy one. It may be better to focus for a time on the words and silences of God. It would not diminish his action, but might provide an occasion for reflection, not on what he does but rather on who he is and who we are in his presence.
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