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, May 14, 2012
Prophet or King
Because Jesus could do as the prophet had, because he could multiply bread and feed people, they wanted to make him king. But because he was a prophet, he knew it would mean nothing so he ran away. It was foolish for them to think this type of prophet could be their type of king. They did not see that to make him more would only make him less.
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