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There is only one sovereign authority, and I try to keep under Him. From time to time, I go off rambling, ‘cause like Tom Paxton sings, ‘may all your ramblin’ bring you joy’ ( Ramblin’ Boy )I don’t “savvy” your interpretation. From whom do you receive authority of interpretation? Peace, Carlan
I tend to put my thoughts out there, and if they are rejected, it does not bother me, too much. I guess when you have been an entertainer for as long as I have, you will know what I mean.
I read a lot, and sometimes, I find I am reading something that really resonates well, with me, and so I hang on to it. I find that the Christian sacred texts, are a lot like a fairy tale. ( you know the sort that ends well, but with ghouls, goblins, trolls, heretics I mean, saints, gladiators, conquistadors, crusaders, witches, devils, demons, let your imagination be you guide…) One needs to be careful to let dogma determine the way you relate to it. It’s meant to enchant and feed us, but often our weeds, catchy criticisms and cough medicines ( Creeds, Catechisms, and Confessions) get in the way. So I tend to wait for the Wind, and the Word, and then just flow Carlan…I just flow and hopefully it makes sense, but mostly I hope a little of the light that was shone into my lonely broom cupboard gets out, and we can all ride off to Fantasia together…on brooms…before the judgement day comes and we find ourselves boiling in a lake of fire, for endless aeons. Of course, I am using word games here. Hell is not going to be a literal fire, or any boiling oil, and demons ripping off our flesh, those are antiquated errors of over literal interpretation of Jesus words…I mean if he said gouge out your eye, or cut off your hand, or eat my flesh, or drink my blood, or I am a loaf of bread of life, he was not being literal…we just can’t let go long enough to believe he could have meant something much more magical than that. I have swallowed gallons of sea water, and eaten 1000 of loaves of bread, and even eaten Weed Cookies, and drank the cup of marijuana…but it was all about satisfying the sensual, and I could not understand that all Jesus wanted was for me to come into the closet. Getting into the closet, took a really long time, staying in the closet, well that is another mission. He is calling…but will we obey, He is our feast, but do we know how to enjoy Him? Time to pray. Remind me of Sir Cliff Richard’s song, 'We Don’t Talk Anymore’
Stay in touch.
Eric