I spent some time at Atlantis, curiously also called the Lost Bar with a writer friend I met at net group. Great guy with great questions; searching, yet somewhat confused but so hungry for truth like so many of the peeps I have met here. My heart goes out the the kids here, your kids who struggle with the word, your word. It troubles me that perhaps there is a need to redesign the word. Are they trying to make what fits fit and discarding what is too uncomfortable? I don't really know. It is a futile argument. I was thought that the word is the word, not a poem, not merely a good story. Was Paul so wrong that he is easily ripped to shreds? I pray, sweet Jesus, for the truth to pierce the hearts of all the seeking, no matter how uncomfortable. I pray Poppa for the wisdom and the unclogged ears to hear their hearts and for me not rush to judgment; to not preach.
These are good kids. Kid who love you. Aren’t I called to loved unconditionally? Aren’t I called to love as you loved? It is so new here, so raw. Am I letting you down? I feel the need to just love. Is that okay? Is that enough?
Please dream with me and let me know.
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