Friday, September 8, 2017 at 8:11 pm.
Spent afternoon with family. Been back for a while now. Put together a graphic for next post. Now? Ready for bed.
Friday, September 8, 2017 at 11:24 pm.
This is the end of a very especial day. Thanks, my Father. I can clearly see now where and why and how You are leading me. My Journal—My Story. It all begins at the beginning. Our stories begin at the beginning. Life and death were planted at the center of the Garden. That is, our Life and our death.
No question about it, we all know the story about eating from the forbidden tree—”but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil and blessing and calamity you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.”
We know that story, but! The whole issue has become a taboo. Something we have been hearing over and over without an iota of understanding how basic those written words are in the story of our lives.
And here I could go on and on with a boring expose about things that have been exposed, debated, rehashed by the scholars as well as by the non-scholars. Whatever for? Something that is boring, excluded or forbidden from use, approach, or mention: a taboo subject.
Me? I am a non-scholar. A non-scholar without any aspirations to be one of them famous scholars. Spare me the gruesome details. I know nothing. I am happy to know nothing about all of those ways pass way over my head. The graphic explains it all. A simple explanation. An inspiration. It’s inserted at the top of this post.
How ‘bout that. Do you see dear reader? Do you see how easily I got out of a taboo subject and into my simple explanation about My Journal—My Story?
