Please forgive me. I have been possessed by two men.
One understands; the other is understanding.
One looks dangerously like the other. One offers value; the other is an offering. One teaches; the other leads.
Thank God He leads. Thank God I'll never survive being Him. Thank God I can never stand in His place.
I've tried to be like Him, but I'm finding my place in letting Him be.
For pointing to myself as one who knows the way, as one who knows Christ, please forgive me.
None know truth, and life, and love, none know Jesus like Jesus; listen to Him.
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20100705
follow the heart
I had the priviledge of playing some card games with an interesting mix of friendly people yesterday evening. Nearly all of the games had to be explained repeatedly as few of us had ever played them. The person suggesting the game would instruct us all as to the rules, but someone would have played a slightly different version, making it necessary to hash out intricate details of play prior to starting. Several times I found my self waiting, wondering if most of these wouldn't resolve in time if we just went about actually playing.
I am writing this entry in response to a comment about my general disdain for philosophical and theological waste. Too many are so sure of their understanding of the rules as it were, and resolve not to move an inch, until we're on board with their system. I've seen so many conversations between these types releasing noxious gas into the atmosphere with endless squabbling over minor details that would self resolve if they would just move forward with what they all agree is truth. By, "these types", I mean some of the sickest people in the world. They know the scriptures better than most, and while some stick to the letter of what they find prescribed, very few follow the heart of the King into the love that He died to release, love that would end all of this useless babble. They, "strain at a knat and swallow a camel." It's time we do that which we know to do, rather than arguing that which we find most logical. It's time we leave off being called by other men's names, and follow the man from Galilee. The Kingdom is not a matter of talk, but of power. I resolve to know nothing but Christ and Him crucified. I'll be fed on His flesh. I'll drink His blood. I'll carry the cross.
I am writing this entry in response to a comment about my general disdain for philosophical and theological waste. Too many are so sure of their understanding of the rules as it were, and resolve not to move an inch, until we're on board with their system. I've seen so many conversations between these types releasing noxious gas into the atmosphere with endless squabbling over minor details that would self resolve if they would just move forward with what they all agree is truth. By, "these types", I mean some of the sickest people in the world. They know the scriptures better than most, and while some stick to the letter of what they find prescribed, very few follow the heart of the King into the love that He died to release, love that would end all of this useless babble. They, "strain at a knat and swallow a camel." It's time we do that which we know to do, rather than arguing that which we find most logical. It's time we leave off being called by other men's names, and follow the man from Galilee. The Kingdom is not a matter of talk, but of power. I resolve to know nothing but Christ and Him crucified. I'll be fed on His flesh. I'll drink His blood. I'll carry the cross.
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