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, September 9, 2013
Indulging A Friend
My friend wanted to tell me how real and powerful evil could be. He even wanted to personify it, and so we talked of Satan. Now, I would as soon not have gotten into that since Satan is not for me the reality he seems for my friend. I would be as pleased to dismiss Satan all together since, while he may offer some explanation of evil, he does so at the expense of more reasonable explanations. I am uncomfortable with the thought of a power such as this. It adds nothing to either my faith or my understanding, and should my friend ask do I believe in Satan, do I think him real, I would as soon say no. But my friend does not ask. We stay friends and we move on to another question.
Labels:
belief,
conversation,
evil,
faith,
friends,
power,
questions,
reasonableness,
understanding
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