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.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Prayer and Anxiety
There is a falseness in doing for a purpose other than the doing, and so if I were to pray as a means of avoiding anxiety I should not be surprised were my anxiety instead to increase; or were I to perform some act for the edification of another rather than allowing that act to be only itself. It might be better seen as deceptive than edifying.
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