“I don’t want a life that requires much faith.”
He unpacked the thought further and said:
“Here’s the thing I’ve realized, though. My natural inclination to have a secure life that needs little faith ends up being a life that needs very little God, either. That’s the deadly part of security and safety, we get used to living without God. There’s no need for God to show up. “All set, Lord,” becomes our silent, unconscious prayer.”
I love that. I love seeing what’s going on with him and where God’s got him. I love the things that are coming out of this adventure. I love that my dad can still kill me in Frisbee golf.
To check out the rest of the piece, which I really dug, check out “A Confession.”
More so than any other person on the planet, my dad is why I write the way I write and it’s fun to see him out there blogging. Read his blog if you get a chance.