Something Fishy

“Children are innocent and love justice; while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.” G. K. Chesterton

We are all imperfect, all in need of mercy and grace, which is one of many reasons I cringe when an author says, “I didn’t write this book, God did.” Their intent, in most cases is to give God glory, but . . . how can anyone claim such a thing?
My understanding of inspiration involves grace.
It is by God’s grace that I am who I am, that I write what I write, but I can’t credit him with my flaws. Anyone reading my books must sift the wheat from the chaff and give God glory for any bit of nourishment they find. I write for the same reason the boy in the gospel of John went fishing. And like him, I  give my lumpy loaves and very small fish to Jesus to do with them what he will.

John 6: 9-13
Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”
Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.
When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.