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.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015
When God Spoke
Back when God was making covenants he would call people together, tell them what he wanted, seal the bargain, and be on his way. It was hardly democratic, but at least he spoke.
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