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.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
Jesus's Choice
Jesus came, I think, to a point at which he knew something would happen, even death. What makes him who he is, is not that he went ahead just the same. He said yes when he could have said no.
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