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, May 24, 2012
Trying and Failing and Trying to Figure Out Why
It sometimes seems that attempts to be good, to accomplish greatness, to love life and live by love are destined to fail. The degree of failure seems in direct proportion to the degree of effort. In this, God is trying to tell us something. It is not that we should not try, but just what it is I do not know.
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