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 24, 2013
Two Miracles
There are in this story two miracles. The more obvious one is Jesus giving life to Lazarus. The more important one is Jesus giving life to God. By his love for this man, his sadness at his death, the sharing of what his family has felt, Jesus allows God to come alive in truly human ways so that he is no longer recognizable only outside what is or in only in spectacular ways.
Labels:
dying,
God,
interpretations,
Jesus,
Lazarus,
miracle,
resurrection,
sadness,
scripture
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