Essays & Miscellany
There's nothing that will ever make me stop loving Fosco. L i t e r a l l y nothing. He has pooped on the bathroom floor on ::more:: than one occasion, often out of spite, and Zach would only get maybe TWO accidents like that. There are conditions to unconditional love.
I approach religion as something I want to live with (and you will say, "No, I get it, but why?"), and you approach it as something you want to make sense of.
What does it mean to find something good? I hadn’t even really thought about that question at all until I realized there are three places where God isn’t pleased. Not angry, necessarily, but not announcing that “it was good” either.
We have a chance to read this passage differently, this order out of chaos. We’re left, maybe, with creation out of something: out of the wild and waste. Out of Ocean. Out of whatever darkness is. We have to be willing to read with new eyes.
Why isn't our need a gift for those who have? Why are we unwilling to be humble and accept grace and charity? Why do we only feel as if we can give if we have extra, when what is expected is that we'll give because it is needed. How will you work out this moral calculus?
Mike Bevel 