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Can you imagine me consigning Lucy to oblivion because she had wrong ideas about me?
We spend entire lifetimes striving to achieve fragments of peace.
I view you as my partner, an individual reader, a friend as complex and maybe even as conflicted, as I am.
@Frank_Schaeffer
Just as I find myself in two or more states of mind about so many things, I also find everything I experience multifaceted. Everything is unspeakably wonderful and unspeakably awful. The universe is random and violent. That random violence is unbearably beautiful and seems to speak of purpose.
the shadow cast by a hanged child obliterates my view of creation.
Maybe we should be brave enough to admit that we are compelled to either become blinded ideologues or we need to forthrightly pick and choose what we follow in the Bible.
Jesus is far away and long ago and the book about him is a mess.
I say those words with all sincerity, too, but also in blind ignorance of their ultimate meaning.
I’ve been a saint and sinner, a jerk and a better man than I once was, loved by my wife, children and grandchildren, yet sometimes still a tyrant.
Lucy inclined her head and kissed me. This thought crashed into my brain: I am being seen as I’d like to be perceived, not as I see myself. I have seen the face of God.
My fear of meaninglessness comes from one place: my own willfully closing my eyes to the mystery of wonder.
Trying to nail down theological certainties is putting faith in our imagination rather than in God’s.
Our best hope is not found in correct theology, the Bible or any other book, but in the love we express through action rather than words.
My hope is that a trillionth of a second before the Big Bang, the energy animating the mystery of matter being created out of nothing was love.
