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The Only Clear Line
The only clear line I draw these days is this: when my religion tries to come between me and my neighbor, I will choose my neighbor … Jesus never commanded me to love my religion
Barbara Brown Taylor, Holy Envy: Finding God in the Faith of Others
Choosing our neighbors — loving our neighbors — is a clear line for me, too. This line is bigger than any one religion. It is more important than any creed or scripture. It is strong enough to be chanted as a mantra and brought into existence.
I choose my neighbor. I choose my neighbor. I choose my neighbor.
When I write it like that, it feels like a prayer of thanksgiving. Gratitude for choice. Gratitude for neighbors. Gratitude for a soft heart that does not succumb to the pain of the world. Gratitude for a soft heart that does not retreat from the pain of the world. Gratitude for a soft heart that chooses love.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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