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 19, 2014
Contempt for the Unsaved
Here he comes all "born again" and while he does not insist we join him in this salvation he is not so subtle in saying that none other is possible. It is a very select group, the saved, and I think we might not be impressive enough for inclusion. One must merit the election. It is not unlike joining and exclusive club, and once in it is expected you will say there is nothing wrong with the common people, except that they are not (and never can be) us. He is here now for our edification, and we for his not so well concealed contempt, benign and enlightened though it may be.
Labels:
enlightenment,
exclusion,
inclusion,
perception,
salvation
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