“When I was a child, I thought as a child…” (Saul of Tarsus). There is nothing so destructive to relationships than to be inextricably fused to the icons of rightness. We have all been there at one time or another. I become married to my own way of seeing and interacting with God, the world, and all those that differ- and of course I am right and everyone else is wrong. Perhaps experience has taught you novel lessons that have blessed you with wisdom for your pain. As long as I remain entrenched in my orthodoxy, my ears and my heart will be forever sealed- isolated from the truth of your confession. I will sift and interpret everything you say, holding it against the template of my doctrine and keeping only those nuggets that resonate with the image that I have created. I will end up with a pile of formless sand- the result of my inevitable chipping away- instead of the marble statue that has been called forth from the granite of your living. Is it possible that truth and rightness are not the same thing?? Are “facts” truth, or are they history bytes surgically excised from the context of an organic universe that lives, breathes, and joins with the Divine in canticles of praise? Is it possible to be so right that one misses the soft caress of that ‘still small voice’? If so, then may I always live in the knowledge that “we see through a glass darkly”, and in humility seek to be taught by the kindness of others.