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, October 6, 2011
The Depth of Eternity
We are accustomed to speak of eternal life in terms of an eternity of length, and while that may be so, it is not sufficient to view it only on a horizontal plane. There is also height or depth, a vertical dimension which gives significance to present reality as well as what may yet come.
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