Sometimes I look to scripture, read books, seek wisdom from my mentors, undergo monthly spiritual practices and try like hell to be more like this guy who supposedly walked the earth two-thousand yeago ago.
"The way I read scripture … I'm not sure what their values are and why they want to exclude, if we're called to love one another and even love an enemy," she said.
I had heard that scripture a million times in church and at funerals - sitting in graveyards under green tents.
When he can't get the man to indict Obama, he turns to scripture, reading "I am my brother's keeper...," and asks the man again, whether Obama has lived up to his obligation to him.
(As a Christian, I am compelled to point out that there is only one time in the Bible where Jesus lays out the criteria he will use to judge the world: Matthew 25, "whatever you do unto the least of these". But if I started pulling out Scripture on these issues, this piece would never end).
It's not that I resent having to come clean about my own hermeneutical presuppositions, to be required to set down the story I'm telling about how I interpret scripture.
But as I look at scripture, I'm quite certain that Jesus would not only build the table, He would sit down at it and share a meal too.
I watched scriptures that I had grown up with be twisted into knives right in front of my eyes and I sat complacently with my hands by my side, not fighting the emptiness that came with each breath of silence.
I read Scripture regularly and seek the counsel of my creator on a daily basis.
Because they are human, the only ethical options, as I understand Scripture, are giving them to other couples who will bring them to term or continuing their frozen suspension.
Sometimes I search Scripture to determine how best to balance life as a President and as a husband and as a father.
