AUTOBIOGRAPHY
All of us are writing our own book,
our own
story,
our
autobiography ,
chapter after
chapter.
And the story contains every page
of our lives,
our parents,
our family,
and all the
people and places
we’ve touched
so far.
And the first and most obvious thing
we all would
like to do
is to rip out
certain passages
of our book,
stories that
sound so stupid,
stories about
broken relationships
and sex,
but we know
we can’t tear
out
anything that
is part
of the pages
of our life.
And then there are those sections
we keep
re-reading
getting
angrier each time,
sections
where we we’ve been hurt
or rejected
by parents or lovers
or accidents
that scarred us,
sections that
blur possibilities
for our tomorrow’s,
because we
can’t forgive
our
yesterdays.
And every once in awhile
we have to
sit back from our desks,
and ask
ourselves
the
significant questions,
the meaning
questions:
What’s the plot?
Am I
doing all this for myself
or for
others?
Am I growing
older
but not
growing up ?
Does the God
of Love,
the Lord
Jesus,
appear in the
pages of my life?
Is my story
just happening
or am I
making it happen?
Whom am I
writing this book for?
© Andrew Costello, Listenings, page 76-77
is here with
us,
at least one
other person
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