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(A dialogue with Don)
Dear Pastor Don,
Thank you for the time and consideration. The metaphor was not to imply religiosity, nor was it meant to be a parable, nor a sermon. I am as far from being a religious person in any orthodox sense as it is possible to be. Religion does presume belief, right? But belief eludes me. So I will confess to being merely spiritual.
I was trying to find common ground to explain both my reasoning and my predicament. I was not trying to suggest that this was the only field where I could approach you. But it seemed an appropriate place to start. My interests are wide-ranging, broad but not deep. It’s good to stretch those muscles again, so little opportunity, so little time. But I still find the answer elusive, all this bending and so many trees. When does hope become despair?
I do recall having once been saved, but only after having been thoroughly broken, so maybe you have something there. But I still carry the wounds.
There used to be a watering hole in downtown TO (don’t know if it’s still there) called Sin & Redemption as if these were opposite ends of the same string. Sin is what brought you here; Redemption is what you leave with. Perhaps there is a process that occurs within its walls that effects the change. Still searching for the magic that turns sows’ ears into silk purses, a raw block of marble into a David.
Thanks once again,
Still a sow’s ear
Lesson #63 – A Sow’s Ear
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