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, August 17, 2012
Seeing and Believing
If they thought he could be Elijah, or John, or one of the prophets, then for them he became those identities. They saw what they saw and made it so. Though their understanding may have lacked the accuracy of Peter's, for them it was complete and in accord with what they were ready to believe. To have seen him instead as Messiah or to have made that their confession would have been lacking in faith. They saw what they saw and believed in accord with that.
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