I’m more comfortable calling myself a “writer” than calling myself an “author.” I’m even more comfortable simply saying “I write.” It’s interesting, the layers of distinction, of connotations.
To me writer is someone who writes. An author? I don’t know: someone who has written and has something meaningful to show for it, maybe.
There’s a sense, I guess, in which for me, “author” has implications of completion. “Writer” is less complete. Saying “I write” makes me someone who writes, but does not make writing the defining characteristic of me.
And, oh! I feel very incomplete, and I feel that most of what I have to say is yet to be said — yet to be thought, even — and writing is just one piece in this puzzle of life.
The Bible ascribes authorship to God. David imagines a book in which God had written all our days before one of them existed, and the writer of Hebrews calls Christ “the author and perfecter of our faith” .
There’s a sense in which God’s work was finished before it ever began, and we, being part of His work — “His workmanship” — can also have this confidence: we have been authored, we are complete, though we can’t see how all the pieces line up yet.
God is not simply writing, sketching out a story as it takes His fancy. For him, “Let there be light” and “It is finished” sound simultaneously through outside-time, and though we read this work of His authorship haltingly and slowly, we know that it is fully known, we are fully known, to Him.
Joining Lisa-Jo and friends again this Friday, to write on her prompt, “writer.” Use the button above to see what it’s all about!
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