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I am drawn to black & white images.  I find them alluring.  They can capture the imagination and compel an individual to "finish" the image in his/her mind's eye.  By finish I mean envisioning the image in color.  While this can be an interesting exercise, in the end, more often than not (if not always), the image I form in my mind does not do the actual image justice.  The same can be said for political views.

I am a conservative.  My worldview is biblically based and for that I make no apologies.  That doesn't mean, though, that I have it all figured out.  I don't, not even close!  Thankfully, reading scripture and praying for discernment opens my eyes and reveals to me when I am thinking and acting in a self-righteous manner.  Or, if you like, thinking and acting in "black and white".  However, the bible is clear that there are black and white issues and scripture demands we be aware of those ... and to stand firm in their defense!.  But beyond those issues, there is a world of color.  

Here's the challenge for ALL of us.  Look for areas of compromise.  Not on the essentials, the black & white, but on the non-essentials where you find color and a variety of life, and opposing views.  Don't be so self-righteous to think you have it all figured out.  Guess what!?  You don't ... and either do I!


    






    



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