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 17, 2012
What Money Cannot Buy
The pharisees pouring their money into the coffers thought they were buying salvation. The widow was saying something else. For them to do as they did, they must have heard it was for sale. She had heard a different message. Money, and even deeds, will not pay for what God gives freely.
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