I just finished one of the most powerful books that I have read in a very long time. It left a profound impression on me. I was drawn to it because it was deemed important enough to my husband's friend that he requested my husband, along with a long list of his other male friends read it. The story line is about a man dealing with the anger of his child's death. I would imagine most of us have been in a similar grieving process at some point in our lives. But, this story is so unique in dealing with the questions of why bad things happen to good people. How can God be father, son and holy spirit in one entity? Is God a he or a she, Jewish, black, white,or possess the "framed print" appearance? I'm remembering the song that says "Could God be just like one of us, a stranger on a bus..."
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
“The need for devotion to something outside ourselves is even more profound than the need for companionship. If we are not to go to pieces or wither away, we must have some purpose in life; for no man can live for himself alone.”
—Ross Parmenter; writer, anthropologist
image: tin container - altered art from my website