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.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Forgiveness
It is hard to forgive, especially when you are right or have been very wronged. Maybe it would be easier if we could share in Jesus' rejection of what he had wanted to say and be. We needn't be alone, even in this, and we are no less right, though the wrong may seem less, if we can forgive.
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forgiveness,
Jesus
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