I believe there are scriptural absolutes. I’m also quite certain that my perspective on those absolutes is skewed at times.
Perhaps this is because I live in a politically correct world in which truth is strained through the sieve of human understanding until all of the uncomfortable chunks are removed and what’s left is more palatable.
And although I seek to love the Lord with all my heart, mind, and soul, often spiritual epiphanies disrupt my tendency to reframe His words in ways that I can swallow.
Not too hot. Not too cold…lukewarm, thank you.
Lately I’ve been wondering whether we humans’ tendency to re-write history also influences our faith. Like the old “Way We Were” song in the movie with Barbara Streisand and Robert Redford, “What’s too painful to remember we simply choose to forget.”
So we linger in the scriptures that speak of love and grace and avoid those that call us to accountability. God becomes a sugar daddy instead of loving Father who, at times, corrects His children.
We sculpture the face of God over the visage of our humanity. And in doing so, believe we are acquitted.