If I reached into my treasure chest of what I believe and hold dear, and removed everything that wasn’t backed up by my own experience, I would soon find myself with a lot of available room.
One of my steps of maturity in this human journey is realizing that quoting, reciting, insisting, proclaiming, preaching and postulating “just don’t make it so, Joe.”
Honestly, the only time my words are worthy of being heard are when they are accompanied by adequate traveling miles that confirm I have actually taken the trip.
What can I attest to?
- I can attest to the fact that “an eye for an eye” is completely useless and renders us violent and paranoid.
- I can attest to the fact that normally when I am kind, gentle and loving to the world around me I get some portion of that coming back my way.
- I can attest to the fact that judging other people only creates enemies and pisses God off.
- I can attest to the fact that when I’m given a tiny window to use my talent, my ability is proven to have enough traction to generate an income in my direction.
- I can attest to the fact that 20 minutes after I eat at Taco Bell, I have to go to the bathroom.
These are my realities.
They are true enough that I could swear on a stack of Bibles, even though honestly, I couldn’t swear on a stack of my realities about everything that’s in the Bible.
It does not mean that I don’t hold many truths to be self-evident, or wish they were realities. It’s just that I can’t attest to them.
And when I try to do so, I end up getting challenged, and either looking like a fool or finding myself stubbornly digging my heels in on glare ice.
Are there a certain number of things we need to believe to be classified as believers?
Or does being able to attest to one thing get you into the club?
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