He told me that if my life was an open book I’d be free, but I don’t think I want to tell the world about the farm animals.
I love when people share fears I recognize. What a brilliant tension for a person to feel. All sin and all honesty has a certain “but this is too far — this is farm animal territory” lie to it, doesn’t it.
And then you put light on it, and good or bad it becomes matter of fact.
And facts aren’t moral points…meaning comes after the fact. And meaning changes as Good blood touches a fact.
I needed that today.
May we both linger well in this Good Friday.
