It is so easy to be angered by Judas. He lends himself to condemnation, but he is what we are all capable of being. We can all have his fear, despair, mistrust and even his hatred if that is the name for what he felt. He was disappointed, and maybe felt used. It wasn't going as he had hoped, and that is a realization familiar to all. Who he was is an aspect of our potential. To be Judas is a facet of the beautiful, and very frightening, reality of being people.
Dad - 2 years
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, July 9, 2012
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