Thursday, May 12, 2005

Why I Can't Write, and Why I Do

From Walking on Water, by Madeleine L'Engle:

It may be that we have lost our ability to hold a blazing coal, to move unfettered through time, to walk on water, because we have been taught that such things have to be earned; we should deserve them; we must be qualified. We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the lavishness of the gift.

But a child rejoices in presents!


copperjil said...

My dad, who is 80 and recently lost his mate of 60 years (my mom), sent out a New Years letter in April. He signed it with "May the Lord Embarrass you This Year With His Many Blessings". I got it. A relative who likes to tease my dad thought he made a mistake and meant "embrace". You just can't explain God's lavish love!

Ron Benson said...

I am embarassed by his grace all the time; red-faced, head bowed, humbled and fumbling.

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