I am wealthy

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It must be nice to have the luxury to debate these issues

“the Biblical vision of gender”

My Beautiful One

Rebekah wrote a post that connected with immediacy and clarity.

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We are rich in time and, boy oh boy, how we like to waste this wealth!  We are rich enough in time to sit and verbally spar with each other.  We are rich enough in time to dump static opinion and beliefs over each other.  We are rich enough in time enough to examine spiritual “belly-button-fluff” over which we obsess.

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Riches are referred to in the bible over which we obsess.

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And I have found that wealth is taken literally.  Riches are “stuff” of money and purchase.  A big car.  A fine house.  The best jewels.  The finest wine.  All “stuff” we can hold and touch and count and store.

Yet I am rich in so many ways that is nothing to do with I can hold and touch.

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A family living in a place of safety.  A family living in good health.  A family living with excellent and free healthcare 24/7.  A family who takes for granted three meals a day.  The freedom to write words like this and press send to the whole world.  The freedom to be bored, to be restless, to be distracted, to be yearning and spontaneous.  The freedom to live as I wish constrained only by my fears and timidity.

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It must be nice to have the luxury to debate these issues.

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The bible for me becomes ever more simple, ever more connected, ever more immediate.  Call it what you will, debate it as you will … dismiss it as you will … for me there is one great truth that is rejected ONLY if I fear this truth:

‘Love them, me AND you.  Unconditionally.”

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What is to fear?

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Well I used to fear love.

I used to fear not controlling, not measuring, not counting, not receiving, not being in charge.  I used to fear losing all those “riches” I thought of as “love”.  I relied on rules and law and commandments.

Because if I was going to treat you okay I wanted an enforceable contract that said you were going to be grateful and that you were going to treat me okay.  But I wanted a contract with get-out clauses.

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Like … familiarity breeds contempt.  Like … the grass is always greener on the other side.  Like … what I found attractive in you now repels me.  Like … I reserve the right to count whether or not you give me more than I give you.  And the biggie …

It’s only wrong if you catch me in the act

(and even then it’s your fault I felt the need to do it)

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And all of “that” is NOT fear … ?

All of that we think IS “love” … ?

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It must be nice to have the luxury to debate these issues.

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‘Love them, me AND you.  Unconditionally.”

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Riches are riches.

I am wealthy.

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What am I doing with this truth?

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A safe place called Love

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There is sometimes a lot of noise on these blogs.  Believers are always under attack from unbelievers. The ones who really attack are called atheists.  Angry atheists. Savage atheists.  Ones that are abusive and rude.  Who attack the One believers love.  And there is a line in the bible that gets used as the reason for “attacking back”:

A den of vipers.

Jesus said those four words – and Jesus is THE role model!  So what happens?  Believers become snake killers.  Believers enter the den to confront the vipers – to “call them out” (whatever that means).

Jesus said lots of things if I read my bible correctly.  But more than the saying was the healing.  Was the meeting each where they were right then.  Accepting that I am me and I will be whatever I choose to be, I will believe whatever I choose to believe.  And he invited those who were curious.  There were so many who were not “vipers”.  And even for those who were not interested he said something: “Shake the dust from you sandals and move on.”

And he connected me with one of those vipers this morning.

Author of Confusion, Vi Rose La Bianca.  A quiet viper.  A thoughtful viper.  A kind viper.  A viper not a viper at all.

Just another you or me.  A human being.  One of us.  Because we are all human beings.  Another human being who had no choice in whether or not she got God as a child.  Just as so many human beings as children get no choice in the God or no-God they get given.  And then spend an adulthood reclaiming themselves.  It’s called free-will – the choice to choose. It’s called living – it’s called, I think, finding a safe place called Love.

I am tired of the noise.  I am tired with the having to be right or having to defend why I am NOT wrong.  I am tired of being a human being who has to be a certain type of human being.  A human being who believes right for some and, therefore, believes wrong for others.  I am tired of being asked what I believe so I can be judged as this or that.

So he connected me with one of those vipers this morning.

Vi Rose La Bianca may not agree with that statement.  And that is okay.  Because reading her words I feel a peace.  I feel a space of peace and quiet.  I feel no need to defend myself.  I feel no need to convince her she is wrong.  I feel no need to do anything more than enjoy the stillness and quiet.

But I do feel the desire to share her words with you.  To invite you see another human being just like you and me – and you over there.

I think this “viper” is one of us.  A human being just like me.  I think we are all one of us.  And I am tired of being told I cannot be one of us.  That I must be one of you.  One of them.  One of “something” in which Love is in short supply and “being right” is the only currency worth having.

So over to you.  You have the link.

Me … ?  I found peace and quiet as I strolled slowly through her posts.  And it changed my beliefs not one bit.  That is what I call a “safe place”.  And that is all I seek.

I think it is all any of us seek.

Isn’t it?

Paul

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Dust to dust

“If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet.   Truly I tell you, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town.” Matthew 10:14-15

“And if any place will not welcome you or listen to you, leave that place and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.”  Mark 6:11

“If people do not welcome you, leave their town and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.”  Luke 9:5

“ “  John

 

I don’t know who has it right: Matthew, Mark, Luke or John.  Because the “dust and shaking” seems to be “having the last word” – without any words at all.

When I “shake the dust off my feet” – I don’t want to make a statement to anyone.

It is to leave “all that” behind me – literally and emotionally.

Because I want to heal.

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