Today I am Writing: On Where I Do Draw The Line

Of course, the second you say "I'll draw a circle!" there are the ones who cry "but the boundary! protect yourself from abuse, draw the line, the boundary!"

I'll tell about you the abuse I've seen. It is out of the mouths of the believing-themselves-righteous, the ones who speak out of fear and call it faith having never once gotten flat out on their face to really truly walk-with-humility listen.

These are the "get behind me satan" abusers, the voices who twist because all they do is like Lot's wife look backwards, their feet mired in the hypocrisy of ideology that stands up as good and right but is really just idolatry, whose ears cannot hear that when they say "but this is more godly!" out of the other side of their mouth comes "stay in the boat, it's safer here" fear.

 But I hear the call of Jesus, His heart pulsing wildly:
Lauren. Get out of the boat!

He's not messing around. This is the Urgent Now, to go where He's calling, to do what He's doing. In the border lands, where the hurt ones live. The truly humble.

I draw lines. But I draw them where the real abuse happens.

Because all I can think is: I don't have time for that.