He was forty-two years old, and he could see nothing before
him that he wished to enjoy and little behind him that he cared to remember.
Thanks for Stoner
by John Williams… I finished reading the novel last night and was reminded how
deep and wide the arm of God can reach. On one hand I have restricted my
thinking on the ways of God because He says that there is only One Way. On the
other hand, when I open myself to personally know this One, then the breadth of
my thinking welcomes my own heart and soul to enter.
How often I have become anxious and urgent when talking with
a man who is like Bill Stoner as written in the words above! Or even when futility
or acedia sits on me, leaving me wedged between nothing and nothing, my fearful
ways of sorting and resolve begin to own me. I then subtly demand that
someone (or myself) GET BETTER.
Or is it possible that I could simply rest, and start to love my life and the life of
my friend that God is redeeming. How strange and mysterious His ways.
