When grace replaces guilt and fear...
When relationship outweighs behavior...
When church involvement becomes meaningless rituals...
When you refuse to live in fear of what others might think or say...
When rejecting others over dogma or doctrine becomes sickening...
And when you want to be a simple human being accepting and loving all the other human beings...
The only thing left is a carpenters son saying Come Follow Me and that makes all of the difference.
I was pitching at a church camp slow pitch softball game. A bed of red ants had chosen the pitching mound as the ideal place to build their nest, so I had to pitch and stomp dance ants at the same time. I wished I could have communicated with the ants that I really meant them no harm but just did not want them to harm me. It hit me that the only way I could do that was to become an ant myself.
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