The other day I was along the Oregon coast hiking a trail I’d hiked many years ago and the vista was breathtaking but I was carrying my baby boy Ezekiel this time and that made me ever so careful along the tiny path as I listened to the crashing of the breakers a hundred feet below.
We have to be careful with our theology like that. It's ever so important for it's the path and we don't want to fall off that path...or do we?








