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.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Doubting Halley's Comet
Though I don't doubt it is there, I haven't seen Halley's Comet and am inclined to doubt those who say they have, especially when they describe it in detail. Is God like that? Is his reality so hard to see? I hope, after his build up, he proves less a disappointment than has the comet.
Labels:
doubt,
God,
Halley's Comet,
news,
reality
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