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.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
What Faith Requires
Once you have stopped believing it is hard to start over. Once you have said you doubt Santa Claus, it is hard to say you don't. And if you started buying the presents on your own, it is even more complex. What if you stop buying and he really isn't there, but what if you stop and he is? That is the problem with faith. It requires more than words.
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