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.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Appreciating Ismael
Ismael is becoming a deacon. It is the acknowledging by the Church of service and faith that have been present for a very long time. When I first met him he lent me his faith so that mine might have reason to be. He was more my father in faith than anyone, except maybe Bo Welsh. He believed in a very essential God, one who was kindness and concern. While he might have asked the questions, it was in him that I found the answers. He was well beyond foolish speculation. When I wanted to think he was willing to act, and when I would have talked Ismael was not afraid to pray. If I could complicate things, he had no need to. I had the title but he had the ability to see God's faith. I hope the Church appreciates the wonder it is receiving.
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