Notes In The Margin

                     (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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