Just left another site where a fellow was comparing reading the Bible to “reading” his wife, asking her what was wrong when, in fact, her mood was at peace until he brought forth such inquiry. My own marital journey now being over fifty years in the distance covered finds this old man still in a stumble down that path, she well fused into all that I hold dear, but not to such point that either of us understand the other’s inner reasoning. Humanity, in general, is much the same, though, and therein lies most of our confusion. “It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps” wrote Jeremiah. Another version of Jesus asking “Can the blind lead the blind?” Beyond the truth of our own lack of good sense, though (realizing that some of us are worse off than others), we are bombarded on a daily basis with enough lop-sided opinions to, not just augment our individual condition, but put us in a state of wondering who to believe, what to believe, believing what we WANT to believe, the world around us going to hell in a handbag and survival a matter of building your own safety net. The News Media (even the “fair and balanced” bunch), if they don’t put their own biased slant on it all, debate it like some Jerry Springer talk show. Politicians spend more time slinging mud at each other than they do giving you their honest approach to fixing the problem. Evangelists point you to the Book, each giving you a different theology as if they, alone, have figured it all out. From eschatology to Freudian psychology, from hidden Da Vinci codes to Spiritual revelation, take your pick, buy my literature, and follow me. While I do accept that there are, indeed, God-given teachers and preachers, what I trust is “re-connected umbilical cord in my belly” serving as an anchor-line in the next step. Mistakes happen; but His patience and grace remain; and, in that, I am not alone. My story is your story is His story as we walk through the veil together…..
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
"Just the Facts..............."
"What’s your story? It's all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or figure out how to tell yourself their story." – Rebecca Solnit (borrowed from Whisky River)”
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