Choosing the red door :: a poem

too far.

why have you gone the liberal way? they ask.

i have not chosen this. it has chosen me.
like family. we receive it
(or rather we are received)
whether we want it or not.
always the chosen. never the chooser.

you certainly don’t think God would call you to such a thing?

i do. he did. (yes, i said, HE did)

well then it must be for reform then!

No.
I am no Martin Luther, Calvin or Zwingli.
I am a learner.
A respecter of the tradition.
a student on my best days.
… on others, a passive learner
letting this holy tradition sweep over my faith and reason.

But you know they…

I am called.
there is nothing more to say.
no fight. no flight.
i am prepared to not be right, to be taught. to disagree.
in peace and harmony, in the fellowship of the wrong.
i will meet you off the deep end (or not.)
but i will be there.
content in my obedience and choseness.

But what about us?

remember: a joining not a leaving.
i am not breaking ties with you.
i am rooted here. and there.

I’ve chosen the red door because it chose me.

 

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