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, December 8, 2011
Fishing No More
Peter said he was going fishing. The rest said they would come along. Then on the beach, they saw the Lord. They came to shore and fished no more. They had mistakenly thought that having been with him so long they could now go back to what they had done before. What they had done, who they had been, were over and could not be again.
Labels:
Peter,
scripture,
transformation
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