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.
If you are smart they may call you another Aquinas. If you are zealous they might say you are another Paul. If you can preach they might think you are another Chrysostom. But only if you are kind will they see in you another Christ.
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