As Kent and I watched a documentary on the Jonestown tragedy, we realized that they didn't seem to start out as a cult. The problem? It was a religious movement without denominational accountability. In my opinion, without a plum line they got way off track. Another reason I embrace my denomination is because my Aunt and her family recently moved to Idaho and choosing a church in that area has been difficult. They have learned they can trust what doctrines are taught inside, based on the buildings with various denominational signs on the outside. So you see, I am thankful for the lines in the sand, the boundaries, the edges. I don't do well with them, but I'm thankful for them.
For example, my bank asked that I use only black ink on my deposit slips. Ouch, that was hard for me. Even more difficult was when they asked me to keep my writing inside the little boxes. Without knowing a good 'why', I was enraged! They finally told me a 'why'...it was to enable the computer to read them when scanned. After resolving what were almost irreconcilable differences, I am still a customer of their bank.
So in a nutshell, I don't do well with boxes of any sort. And those watermelons are weird!
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hey, Tammy, glad to hear you're still growing, otherwise you'd be all bound up in a non-box, box, and even when we were one church, there were still helenistic and hebrew widows
none of us enjoy other people's boxes, so God gave us a way to live, submit one to another
p.s. i've always loved and enjoyed you, and it's so cool to see you serving the body with what God has given, and it's good to continue to see you color outside the lines
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