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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.




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

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