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 28, 2011
No Choice But to Stay
People say, "If you don't like the Church as it is, get out." They also say, "If you don't like the country the way it is, leave." They do not realize it is because a person loves that he must sometimes criticize, urging that it get better rather than stay satisfied. He cannot leave and there is nowhere else to go. His heart is there. There is no choice but to stay - and make people mad. Leaving it wouldn't help; changing it might.
Labels:
choices,
Church,
differences
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