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Two Sermons, Two Commands


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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