Two Sermons, Two Commands My earthly father engraved his meticulous faith in my skin with a sharp knife of doctrine. Ordained and perfect, as my blood seeped. It left a scar of remembrance. I learned truth at an impressionable age. You are wicked and saved by grace. “Don’t let anyone teach you any different!” I attempt to escape his handcuffs as a foreign pastor preaches of a new form of truth. Speaking of forgiveness, nurture, acceptance, blessing, freedom, and healing. I run away from my father and listen to this heresy. You are lovely and God sees your faith. “Don’t let anyone teach you any different!” I rummage through New and Old. Read of Moses, Paul, Abraham, and Jesus. “Respect your father and love your neighbor” “Don’t let anyone teach you any different!” I learned love at an impressionable age.
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