My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Beyond Sin
As we move from a sin oriented Church to one in which goodness and holiness become given factors, we find we have less to say and little to do. Time and effort directed toward caution and condemnation have to be filled, but we're not sure with what. There is a temptation to run into the past, to dust off and rework those old notions, but we know it is past, that it can be no more. We are beyond self-deception and dancing to dirges.
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