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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Thursday, May 21, 2015
Entangled in Gratitude
If what Jesus offers is freely given wouldn't "thank you" suffice? We can recognize without becoming entangled in the eternal gratitude that dominates the freedom of the gift.
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