Travellers clad in different clothing

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Though I walk in the bustle of the day,
Travel ever more miles away from you,
As we chat on the phone by text and pics,
Even as we walk distant through each day,
We are us as long as we wish to be.
We are connected even when not.
I am you are we are.

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Another conversation about the bible of God.  Another discussion about why the bible is “the manual” and answers every question.  Another opportunity to be convinced and convicted.  Another opportunity to draw closer.  Or to wither a little inside.

I have been a bible studier.  I have been convicted.  I have carried superstition, fear, certainties and questions of this printed word.  I have found and carried that burden of the correct heavy cross.  For if I am to be right as the bible is right I must know I am right and I must continue to know I am right.  For the bible to deliver my conviction I must of need be a bible convict.  Restrained by the bars of a spiritual and physical cell I cannot exit. 

Unless I dynamite the whole and dismiss both God and the bible.  Unless I entice you in to the cell I cannot exit.  Unless I convert you.  And I am a convict of something else.

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As we walk through this day
As we walk each day that dawns
We walk in each other’s shadow
Through choice and desire to be one
We are us as long as we wish to be.
We are connected even when not.
I am you are we are.

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We have only a marriage certificate.  And pictures.  Lots of pictures of our days and years and decades together.  We have children and grandchildren.  We have had homes a-plenty.  Bricks and mortar we left behind each time we moved.  Our jobs have changed.  Our finances have changed.  We have changed.

We have no manual.  We have no documentation.  We have no regular meetings.  We have no policy or process.  We live together as one.  One and One make One.  And every day might be the beginning of the end or the beginning of another One.  We make that choice through desire and allowing.

We study no manual.  We have no answers to anything and everything.  We muddle through a lot of the time.  We can press each other’s buttons without trying.  We know  each other’s weaknesses without looking.  We can dismiss each other in the blink of an eye.  We have it in us to destroy each other and what we are and what we have.  We have the power of dynamiting the whole and dismissing both us and who we are.  And becoming a convict to something else.

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I know a God I call Love.  A God who desires and invites.  A Love eternal and unconditional.  I Am just as I am.  Each day together and alone.  Each day with the power to dynamite each other if we wished.  A Love I found in the bible and through bible-study.  A Love I found in the Word printed and abused and edited and debated.  A Love greater than words.  A Love with the power to destroy everything simply by withholding Love.  A Love that is greater than death, greater than time, greater than my understanding.

Why then do I need the bible to answer everything?

Why do I need to be a convict of the bible … a convict of my own earned knowledge to now quote verses and chapters … a convict of my conviction to biblcal correctness?

I am becoming bible blind through desire of Love.  I am becoming bible literate of Love.  I am becoming One of One in One.  I am changed and changing but connected and connecting.

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Where you are and where I am?

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We are both travellers clad in different clothing.  Walking of different pace and stride.  We see differently.  We taste differently.  We are changed differently by our own journeys.  And yet …

If I am a bible convict to correctness I must insist you be too.  For if you are not and I am you are a threat to my sentence of conviction.  You undermine my certainty.  You are – if not a false teacher – an immature bible studier without all the answers – without the competence to convert others – to bring every soul possible to God of the (correct) bible.  And we call that religion.

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Though I walk in the hustle-bustle of the day,
As I travel ever more miles away from you,
As we chat on the phone or by text and pics,
Even as we walk distant through each day,
We are us as long as we wish to be.
We are connected even when not.
I am you are we are.

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Allow me my freedom as I allow you your conviction.  We have no need to disagree.  No need to fear.  No need to pass by on the other side.  The printed word is just that.

But Love eternal and unconditional …

That is ours to be lived every day.

If I allow.

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