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.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Accepting the Kingdom
It may not be a question of accepting the kingdom as children accept it, but rather accepting the kingdom as we accept children -- recognizing they are innocent and full of wonder, that they can be made to laugh but will sometimes need also to cry, and that they see with a newness that makes life so very clear. It is perhaps the willingness to believe the best and the ability to be amazed that Jesus also asks us to accept, seeing the kingdom as complete but not yet finished, and its determination to be loved as it loves.
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