the following post contains blatantly elementary theology and unabashed love of parent to child. either proceed with caution or stop reading this post immediately. -editor
so, its day 6 in my trash series. i am thankful for some interesting debate so far, even though many of my readers feel that these types of discussions are a bit too 'deep' for them to contribute to meaningfully. baloney! (bologna?!) you all have valuable input that i want to hear! you can use small words if you need to; that would actually work out better for me. but, by all means, please contribute to the conversation. i am hosting this conversation on the internet in front of all of you for that very reason. i NEED you to contribute and offer your voice. its like you are all sitting around the dinner table, but only a few of you are talking. that's pretty awkward if you think about it.
but to those of you who have been talking: thank you. its been an interesting conversation. today i just want to offer a very elementary and simple kind of theology of creativity.
when i became a father, i began to be able to relate to God as a father in a new and horizon-expanding way. there are countless examples of this, but the one i want to share with you today relates specifically to our conversation over the last several days. sometimes, to get him to stop whining or to stop playing with the power button on the computer, shannon and i will give jackson a peice of paper and a crayon. shannon did just that the other day only she gave him a pen instead of a crayon. later that day i found this on the floor: