It does make me wonder if I am staying so busy to appease the god-of-my-ignorant-youth who demanded perfection and whose highest ethics were ‘purity’ and work. I’m much older now and perhaps a bit wiser and in my striving to follow ever closer to my Teacher/Master/Brother/Friend/God Jesus, I am increasingly grateful for the amazing grace that is the expression of the love of God.
The God narrative leads you by whisper and hand up a narrow path to stand on a ledge in the face of storms and earthquakes and mobs.
The Whisper is a little bit crazy.
I wonder sometimes if all the talking and moralizing makes us feel like we have accomplished something so we can ignore the Voice in the night.
Relationships matter. Friends matter. So where do I draw my lines?
I keep hearing this term thrown around lately. It’s something that people on ‘my side’ of any specific argument say about people on ‘the other side’ who obviously are close-minded, mouth-breathing, idiot elitists or rednecks or pagans or…whatever your villain of the day flavor is right now.
….grief is a shadow cast by the great light of love.
The lifestyle of love is the only lifestyle worth living, for as we define ourselves as lovers and we define everyone in our lives as our beloved, we find the true joy of the Divine.