It’s easy for us as humans,
to call our comfort zone
our conscience,
when we don’t like our options.
When there isn’t one that we can applaud,
one that makes sense.
When we want to lean into our own understanding,
for logic to bring clarity to equal peace,
for a visual to bring hope.
When a person is of an unsavory reputation,
embarrassing and often just plain wrong
And when we don’t want to identify with them at all
in any way…

Is this an election post? Nope.

It’s the mention of a story about a whore, a request for mercy and the DNA of redemption.

If the Rahab of Joshua chapters 2 and 6, invited us to her house to be spared the upcoming destruction of Jericho… you know, that girl and that place… as a safe haven?
A red cord place of mercy?
What
would
we
have
decided…
and why?

*Remembering the rest of the story and the endless ripple forward*

Is our understanding, perspective and accumulated experiences the perimeters of
Who God is
and How
and Through Whom
and Where He works?

Would you have accepted Rahab’s invitation?

My point isn’t our decisions, but the nitty gritty, bottom line,
first and foremost foundation of them.

What is that for us?
Our interest in making something make sense, to ourselves, to our kids, to others?
Accumulating the evidence to support what we’ve already decided?
Verbalizing and distancing ourselves from the differences?
Landing on logic when it looks and sounds like wisdom?
Because sometimes it is.
Or our interest in…
His still small faithful voice.

Is this an election post? It could be…

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