“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10
“But God Had a Better Idea” is the sub-title of my book DiosPsyTrek. I published this book back in 2008—back before I discovered blogging. There are only about 25-30 copies in circulation and I doubt if more than 7 or 8 folks have read it all the way thru.
It’s collection of essays I’ve written over the years on various topics both professional and personal, plus portraits of relatives and friends and accounts of my mission trips—including two semi-autobiographical pieces originally meant to be fiction. It contains bits of my crackpot theology: Carl-ism. Some of the articles are on my website: http://www.wellbless.com
I decided to collect them all together and call it a book—and so it amounts to an autobiography of sorts. The book’s premise is that God sends each of us on a sacred journey, and that we discover who we really are if we follow Him—albeit thru fits and starts. Thus, perhaps unfortunately, it’s mostly about me.
I have a copy of DiosPsyTrek in each of my two offices. It sits there on the desk along with copies of the other three books I’ve written. Every once in a while a client will want to buy my book on coping with depression: The Unwelcome Blessing. Sometimes I just give away a copy if I think they need it badly enough. God has blessed me, and so I need to try and bless others.
And that brings me to the point of this blog. Today, I probably wouldn’t collect and publish those 22 pieces in a book. They would just be part of the 190-some other blogs that I’ve written since August, 2010. Sometimes it strikes me as rather narcissistic to have compiled them and called it a book.
And then there are those slow days—days when I’m waiting for multiple no/show clients—perhaps, even feeling sorry for myself. And to kill time I pick up DiosPsyTrek and read a chapter or two. Maybe this happens every six months or so, but I’m always struck when I read stuff I wrote many years ago—I really have been blessed.
The last sketch in the book is “Passeig de Gracia” about a mission trip to Barcelona in 2006. Passeig de Gracia is a main thoroughfare in Barcelona—perhaps “Grace Street” in the Catalan dialect. It was my very first trip across the big pond, and on my return flight I took a couple extra days and visited London. The story has a refrain: “It was all grace.” I need to be reminded of that from time to time. God has been very, very good to me, and maybe rather than narcissism, God’s point in me writing that book is to remind me of that.