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, April 26, 2013
Being Healed
Not being cured is still all right. It does not mean you have not been healed. The miracle is not in the elimination of your illness but in the achieving of unity with yourself and with God, and yet those who have prayed over you seem so very disappointed and sometimes angry at what they may see as your resistance. They took it all so personally. Too bad.
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