I’ve come to realize that it’s my belief system; my hermeneutic; my doctrine.
I won’t be forced into a false choice between orthodoxy and heterodoxy. Not while there’s an entirely different way of looking at both.
Hopefully, just the way Jesus did.
When needled about his disciples not washing their hands. When reprimanded about healing someone – “doing work” – on the Sabbath. When prodded to choose between giving to God and giving to Caesar. When goaded into judging between a man and his brother – or into judging the fate of a woman caught in adultery.
When He essentially said those many times, “Yes, I know how it reads. But do you know what it means?”
It may not be the only way to believe, but it’s the way I seem to have been pursuing for a long time – and now that I’ve thought about it, I love the precedent and the One who set it.