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"A righteous man falls seven times,...and rises again." Proverbs 24:16 "There is no normal life, Wyatt...just life." -Doc Holiday


But I've developed a great reputations for wisdom by ordering more books than I ever had time to read, and reading more books, by far, than I learned anything useful from, except, of course, that some very tedious gentlemen have written books. This is not a new insight, but the truth of it is something you have to experience to fully grasp.
Thank God for them all, of course, and for that strange interval, which was most of my life, when I read out of loneliness, and when bad company was much better than no company. You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starving appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have.
I wrote almost all of it in the deepest hope and conviction. Sifting my thoughts and choosing my words. Trying to say what was true. And I'll tell you frankly, that was wonderful. I'm grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally. Your mother walked into church in the middle of the prayer--to get out of the weather, I thought at the time, because it was pouring. And she watched me with eyes so serious I was embarrassed to be preaching to her. As Boughton would say, I felt the poverty of my remarks.
The discourse reaches a provisional conclusion in Jesus' answer. He now states unambiguously that he is the life-giving bread and thus brings the dialogue to the point--always decisive in the great contest between faith and unbelief--of not only what he teaches and does but of who he is. To that end he makes on of the many "I am" pronouncements in which his "I" is the read predicate. Over and over the question is what really is the bread for which a person should "labor"--the bread that does not perish--and where it comes from. Now Jesus says that he is that bread. The intent is not primarily to describe the salvation granted by Jesus..., namely that aside from other things he is and gives also the bread of life, but rather that anyone...in search of bread that does not perish should accept Jesus. He not only grants that bread but is that bread...The question of faith is decisive for the bread question and not--as the multitude thought--the reverse.
For me writing has always felt like praying, even when I wasn't writing prayers, as I was often enough. You feel that you are with someone. I feel I am with you now, whatever that can mean, considering that you're only a little fellow now and when you're a man you might find these letters of no interest. Or they might never reach you, for any of a number of reasons. Well, but how deeply I regret any sadness you have suffered and how grateful I am in anticipation of any good you have enjoyed. That is to say, I pray for you. And there's an intimacy in it. That's the truth.