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.
When called, the apostles did not ask about retirement benefits, cost of living, length of contract, or overtime pay. Over the course of the ministry they may have wished once in a while that they had, but not often enough to make it a question.
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