For my readers:

Forgive me—

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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