Can the dark put out the light?
No.
Only the light can put out the light.

Can hatred put out love?
No.
Only love can put out love.

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I got out of bed to go for a wee.  At night we don’t use lights to light our way.  Practice makes perfect and all that.  And as I stood doing what I had come for, through the dark window shone back a light.  Another house.  Others not yet a-bed.  One light in all that night-time darkness.  One light that can only be out by the light.  The darkness cannot.

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Can fear put out my courage?
No.

Can hatred put out my love?
No.

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Yet time after time, generation after generation, living after living, we seek the easy path, the path of least resistance.  Just as water will.  We seek the same path.  For water it works.  For us not so much.  The path of least resistance for us is to say no when we should say yes, and yes when we should say no.  Water we are not.

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Is it “sin” to follow a path of least resistance?  Does it make us of “sinful nature”?  Why do we pass responsibility for even that to a God of Religion and Doctrine?  Our own choices.  Our own preferences.  Our own desires.  

“God made you born a sinful natured sinner.”  

I never asked to be born.  And I certainly never asked to be born a sinful natured sinner.  But as I was born, as I am here – might I be allowed to be me?  One who prefers the path of least resistance even though I know the consequences may bite me in the bum?  Because not all consequences are bad.  A lot of consequences are good.

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God did you make me born a sinful natured sinner?
No.

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I am.

Not a sinner.

I am.

Me.

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