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, June 21, 2014
On The Way
The lepers were not cured when Jesus said the words. Nor were they better for arriving at the priests. They were healed "on the way." The tribes did not become a people when leaving Egypt. Nor had they to wait until they reached the promised land. It happened "on the way." The disciples did not believe when they left Jerusalem and arriving at Emmaus was not the key. It was "on the way" that they met him.
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