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.
It is probably as well that we avoid an explanation of that Gospel which says we are not worthy unless we deny father, mother, spouse, and children. There is no good and reasonable explanation of such things.
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