This in response to Ted Gossard over on the Jesus community.
The Kingdom of Heaven is like a journal that a man kept for many months and set down on the trunk of his car to help his father bring in firewood.
The journal was filled with his poems, notes, thoughts, stories, letters from his children, artwork they had drawn together, pictures they had scribbled on notecards taped lovingly next to scribbled lists of words that rhyme. But he forgot to go back to the garage after carrying the wood. And instead his wife drove to the bank.
So he searched and searched, retracing her route, finding scattered pieces of paper that he recognized as ones he’d intended to tape down later. But no journal.
