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From All My Knotted-Up Life

Family is a heck of a thing . . .

"We want to touch, to hold hands, on our own terms, which is our right and ought to be our right, but most times we don't. We go from knowing each other better than we know ourselves, to barely sure if we know each other at all, to precisely sure that we don't.

"All my knotted-up life I've longed for the sanity and simplicity of knowing who's good and who's bad. I've wanted to know this about myself as much as anyone. This was not theological. It was strictly relational. God could do what he wanted with eternity. I was just trying to make it here in the meantime. As benevolent as he has been in a myriad of ways, God has remained aloof on this uncomplicated request.

"But he never stopped talking to me through the Scriptures. Didn't stop meeting with me in my prayer time. Didn't stop filling me to teach and write. He just endured with me. Endured with us.

"Then came the autumn of 2016 . . ."