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I often ask my 3 year old to help me cook. I don’t do it because I need his assistance. In fact, it would be easier and more efficient if I took care of it myself. But I invite him to help because I love him. It’s the same interaction between God and us. He calls us into His redemptive work not because He is lost without us, but because He loves us and is offering us a role in the story. That is the otherness we dream of. It’s oxygen on a fire that would otherwise burn out.
Relevant Magazine, “When Life Feels Terribly Ordinary”  (via yesdarlingido)