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, August 30, 2014
After Addiction
Having moved beyond the addictive part of their addiction people are finding themselves with religious experiences marked by submission and fear, experiences and punitive as they had been years ago. It was a God who might give but who as readily might take away, and in as capricious a way. Sadly, they were calling this spirituality.
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