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.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Present in Joy and Sorrow
If we cannot respond to a person's joy and delight as we can to his pain, we have not recognized him as a person. It means being as present to the celebrants at Cana's wedding feast as to the mourners at Lazarus' funeral. Had Jesus only understood sorrow or had he responded only to despair, he would have been virtuous, kind and concerned but less human than we need him to be.
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