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.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Why People Chose Darkness
Jesus told Nicodemus that people had loved the darkness and hated the light, but no one loves darkness. Darkness is more often than not a frightening place, more filled with despair than with any sort of comfort or satisfaction. If they had not sought the light it was perhaps not shining so brightly or it had not seemed so welcoming. Or maybe the light had been as threatening as anything else, as hard to understand.
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