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.
Monday, August 4, 2014
A Contented Man
The man born blind had not asked to be cured, nor did he ask an explanation when Jesus put mud on his eyes. He went and washed as told and when able to see he found no need to tell what had happened. Called by the court he went, and questioned he answered. He avoided debate offering only the facts of what had occurred. Leaving them he did not rush to find Jesus, but permitted himself to be found. He listened, believed and would be content to go had not the Pharisees needed to speak again. In the end he is sent away, and he goes -- still accepting, as content within himself as he apparently had been at the start.
Labels:
acceptance,
answers,
contentment,
Jesus,
miracle,
questions,
scripture
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