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.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Who Is Jesus?
Who is Jesus? Is he the historic reality, the subject of study, of so much historicizing, philosophizing, theologizing and just plain wonder? Is he there here and now person, the man in the street, the one we fail to see? Is he God's son, seated in power, the one returning in glory? He is probably all of these and more, but what does it all mean?
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