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.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Hypotheticals
In a discussion generated more by boredom than interest and more typical of the setting than of any reality, they were asking which is the better motivation: fear of condemnation or the promise of salvation. What was more effective and what was more pure. Of course, neither was really that effective and certainly purer was not the right term. We do what is right because it is right. Nothing added to that need be considered.
Labels:
boredom,
conversation,
decisions,
fear,
motivation,
questions,
salvation
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