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.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Completing Our Creation
God is because he said he is. He called himself into being by affirming himself, by deciding to be or acknowledging that he was, and he did so in the very beginning. To a degree we have this same power, but unlike God are afraid or unable to use it. We hesitate and are reluctant to reach into the depth of our personality, calling out the unique person living inside each of us. To do so would complete our creation.
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