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, March 24, 2013
Peter and Jesus
Peter was not so sure who the son of man might be, but he had no doubt who he wanted Jesus to be. The son of man was defined by what others might say, and Jesus by what Peter would believe about him, what he had experienced and how he felt about this man.
Labels:
belief,
experience,
feelings,
interpretations,
Jesus,
naming,
Peter,
scripture,
wanting
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