Skip to main content

When Close is Just Too Far

Saved from Pinterest



Someone posted this picture on Ravelry a while back. My first reaction was laughter. But looking at it a second time, I gave it more thought. In fact. I thought about it so much that I HAD to do a blog post on it.



This picture describes most of Christianity. Just think about it.


People say that they are saved, born again. Their heart is what counts. It doesn't matter what they do, say, or look like. Their heart. As long as it is right, that's all that counts.


The ten commandments, the laws, rules, dress code - none of that matters to them. But it does.


As that picture said, certain things are just stupid.


Dressing in a certain way is basically sitting on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall.



Certain actions and situations that are borderline could be like sitting on a cliff. Yeah, they aren't wrong, but they sure aren't far from the real thing. One false move, and you're dead.


If you ask me, that's just too close for comfort.



Certain decisions in life can be like walking to the edge of a cliff, planning to just look down. You don't want to go down, but somehow it can and will happen.


This last example is probably the hardest thing for most of everyone my age ( myself included ). There are so many decisions with marriage, careers, jobs, friends, education, habits and media.


And the hardest thing is knowing what is too far - or even too close, or remotely close. Weighing what you want against what is right, hoping they both even out somehow. Logic against logic.


So, I guess I just want to say, don't sit on the cliffs. Yes, climb the hills, face the hardships with courage and strength, but don't put yourself in that precarious situation that can lead only to death.


Because we've got lives to live.




Comments

  1. Great post! My family has talked about this concept before, but it's a good reminder.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Living Like The Amish: Interviews With Three "English" Families PART I

Many people are obsessed with the Amish. I know at one time I was as well, and to a degree I still am. But my perception  has changed with experience. It started a long time ago when my family went to an Amish-held auction (no, it's not a place where you can buy Amish children, but a place where you can buy things from the Amish). I was eleven years old and enthralled to be surrounded by so many Amish. I loved the cockscomb flowers they sold everywhere. I bought a whole box for $2 and dried them for seeds so I could plant my own. But then I experienced my first reality shock concerning the Amish. I had assumed since they lived a simpler life everything about them was completely old-fashioned and natural. Imagine my horror when I saw Amish walking around with soda cans and store-bought ice cream. " Mom ," I said. "He's drinking soda!"  Left to right, back row: Jonny, Jonathan (Dad). Front row: Jacob, Keturah, Rebekah (Mom), Jonah (on Mom's

How Bad Can I Be?: Lyrics That Make You Go "Wow!"

How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? Well, there's a principal of nature (principal of nature) That almost every creature knows Called survival of the fittest (survival of the fittest) And check it this is how it goes The animal that is has got to scratch and bite and claw and bite and punch And the animal that doesn't (well the animal that doesn't) winds up Someone else's lu-lu-lu-lu-unch! (I'm just saying') How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? Well, there's a principal of business (principal of b

Peace During Patience

“Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” - Philippians 4:6 My family and I were sitting around the breakfast table several months ago. Mom had just read this verse. One of the kids laughed incredulously, “What is it saying? Be careful for nothing – live recklessly?” “No,” I answered quickly. My tone was very matter-of-fact, blunt, as if I were all-knowing. “It means do not worry.” The kids all nodded among themselves and life continued on for them. But for me life paused at my words. I had heard this verse soooooooo many times. I had always known what it meant. But now? Now it really meant something . “Do not worry.” This path I've chosen. I can not see it. I can not feel it. I do not know where I am. I have chosen to follow God, and no other. But why did He hide the light from my eyes? I must take a step forward. But I do not want to. How long w

Inside The Land Of The Free

Hello. My name is Greg.  I have a lot of time to think. Too much time. Sometimes I think about my life - why I am sitting in prison. I wonder what I could have done different - my life plays before my eyes. "If only..." But even I know that no amount of good works would have stopped tyranny from finding fault with me. It is cold. My clothes are thin. My stomach is empty - occasionally filled with food of no sustenance.  I hide my face in my knees - as if that will somehow protect me from the horrors of this dark cold dungeon.  They keep it cold to freeze me, this I know. It is a part of their game - to drive a lesson into me. As if I have a lesson to learn solely because I was convicted. Convicted, but not  guilty. Years.  68 years for standing against injustice. How many years have I sat in here? I have forgot. All I know is this question, "Was I fated for this? Did God grant my birth