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, April 5, 2012
Stick With the Miracles
Maybe they said, "Jesus, stick with the miracles. People like them. If you want to say those other things, just say them at home. Why make anyone mad?" I suppose he knew it without being told, that no one wanted to hear it all, that some might get angry, that they might try to stop him. But he went ahead, even when his friends walked away and he was alone. He believed it that much, so there was nothing else to do.
Labels:
belief,
conviction,
Jesus,
miracle
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