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, November 28, 2015
In-Jokes of the Disciples
Aside from what is recorded in the Gospels, it might be nice if there were also a record of the silly and funny things that happened during their mission. They would be the stories the disciples told each other, the ones beginning with, "Remember..." and ending in laughter as they did. They are the things a person might not understand if he were not there at the time, and while not recorded I am sure they happened. Unless there was silliness and fun it would have been an awfully ponderous trip.
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