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 23, 2014
Making Room on the Mantle
We carry within us the entirety of our heritage, some being more prominently displayed while other aspects surface only occasionally. It is as though there was only so much room on the mantle and along with the treasures passed down we must find room too for items more valued by the present generation. If we only had space enough for faded photographs and tarnished pieces, we would be displaying the history we had at best heard about from someone who may have heard it whole. It is not too different with our Church where the old and respected things, the heritage none of us got to create, can be displayed more prominently than is the moment. While it is venerable and in some ways a wondrous thing, it is faded nonetheless.
Labels:
Church,
family,
letting go,
now,
past
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