Dear Diary (or Dear Self),
“What do you love in this marionette world? Or is the world a puppeteer, pulling the strings of your heart? You cannot be the world’s marionette and still be a living, dancing boy who loves God. For all this marionette show–its painted eyes and wooden hearts, its prancing puppets and groping hands–is not as open or real or bright as God’s great story.
The puppet show will break, and ticket sales fail, and the limp puppets leaning helplessly against each other will be shoved in boxes and removed, but the real boy who lifts his face to God and sings God’s songs will live forever.
I, therefore, the slave of God, beg you to sing well. Sing melodiously and patiently, harmonizing graciously with others, listening to them in such a way that your song, together, will fill the blue sky. For you are part of one people, all real and warm and breathing, and he has given you the world and one great purpose in it.”
(A modern rendering of I John 2:15-17 and Eph. 4:1-4).
