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i bristle against the labels.
in or out
good or bad
right or wrong
Us or Them
slap one on and everything falls into place
neat and tidy, carefully ordered and
false.
this behavior.
that philosophy.
his church.
our politics.
her parenting.
your neighborhood.
(or schooling, or accent, or jeans....)
breast or bottle
liberal or conservative
black or white
but what of the shades of grey?
{charcoal, slate, ash, heather}
the overlap and threads that
weave our stories together or
the Story written on the Hands of One who loves?
i know the allure of the kindred spirit who
looks and thinks and laughs and talks and writes and votes and worships just like i do
{me me me}
that heady heart-connect intoxicates
my desire to feel known and loved and understood is natural
[like my sin-nature]
real Love loves the Other, too:
the ugly, the enemy, the alien
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love protects, trusts, hopes, and
rejoices with Truth which
sets us free from law, sin, and judgment.
Jew and Gentile
male and female
you and me
Over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.
-Colossians 3:14
