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.
Friday, February 3, 2012
At One With Godness
We know God is divine, whatever that may mean. At Christmas, we celebrate his being human, the entering in of humanity and its becoming one with Godness. He shared our life and being so that in the sharing we might both become more. Because he was, and is, one of us, what we are has become holy, good and sacred. Because of Jesus, humanity is filled with what God is. What will yet be will happen because God allowed himself to be filled with the wonder of being a man.
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