keeping up with the gospel reading.

had a few more thoughts about why i have wanted to go back to this and what i’m looking for tonight.

in a sense i didn’t choose the bible or christianity.  i inherited them was born with them. in another i have chosen them over and over, and often forcfully in a number of different forms. i continue to choose them i guess, though now as a part of what i have inherited and who i have been. like ooking back at old pictures or reading an old journal. there are things that excite and comfort me, that embarrass me, that i deeply regret, and yet they are all a part of me and i choose to move forward whole with all of it. not uncritically, not saying that i’m not terribly happy that some of it is past, but also not pretending that it isn’t in me.