Last night after a very important meeting where we decided to move forward officially and start an exciting and edgy new work, I finished "coincidentally" one of my favorite books, A Prayer For Owen Meany. John Irving deals with fate/predestination/call in some fascinating and troubling ways. I have read this twice now, and his statements pro-faith and anti-church are well worth the read. He painstakingly slowly drips nuggets of information over a long story. It is written as 5 novellas, each unveiling some major portion of a story that closes in 5 pages where all is revealed in astounding and horrific ways.
It leads me to ask the nature of my relationship with God, my calling, my purpose(s). Who prays for me? Who would I want to pray for me? What do I want God to do with me? Through me? To me? Hard questions, and they are all badgering me now with this wonderful book. Patience and the desire to wrestle with the big questions come into play and are requisite for this book. Read it and believe. Read it and doubt. I would mostly say read it, and maybe let it read you some, too.

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