“Are you keeping the law?” screams the fundamentalist. Guilt. Shame. Weariness.
“The greatest commandment is to love. I try my best to love,” I reply. Freedom. Joy. Strength.
“But if you truly love God then you’ll keep all his commandments and submit yourself to every ordinance of man!” cries the fundamentalist in triumph. Chains. Captivity. Disquiet.
“Ah, but the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Simplicity. Grace. Peace.
And so the fundamentalist turned away without another word. Angry. Confused. Unyielding.