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.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
A Disarming Message
Bringing their swords and clubs, they hid their fear in one another and shouted what alone they would never say. They reinforced the importance of being armed against the threat of his message. They made noise through which his truth could not seep. Were they hoping he would resist, battle in their terms, find swords and shouting to meet their own? They might have felt justified, but Jesus would not play. His response did not change nor did his message. If it were a contest he had won -- but it was more than that.
Labels:
conviction,
Easter,
Jesus,
nonviolence,
scripture,
strength
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