For my readers:
When I say too much,
When I don’t say enough,
When I write out of anger,
When I write without feeling,
When I get it right (and I know it),
When I get it wrong (and I don’t),
When my motives become a tangled mix of evil and good and I can’t for the life of me sort them all out.
I wish you knew how often I second-guess myself, how aware I am of my own shortcomings, how grateful I am for your attention and input, how in-over-my-head I feel sometimes, how desperately I want to do right by you.
I stand by the message of yesterday’s post--that the theology of "deserved" tragedy has serious, ugly consequences--but I owe it to you to tackle big topics like this with as much care, precision, and grace as possible. So if I failed in that way, I’m sorry.
I assumed Piper was saying the same thing about this tragedy as he has said about many other tragedies in the past, and jumped the gun in my response as a result. I should have waited for him to clarify what he meant instead of assuming the worst. For that, I am sorry.
Be patient with me.
I’m figuring this out as I go.
Thank you for taking the journey with me.
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