I'll Take the Low Road...

Well, kidlins, your bible virgin is a long, long way from home. I send you this from the hills of Scotland! Here I am enjoying a month of extraordinary views, delightful people, and fabulous weather.

Now, I set out my bible to take to keep up with this, and don't ya know, I forgot it. No, really! So I see it as a sign to do some spiritual reflecting inspired by what I see around me here. (By the way, the word "inspired" is from "in-spirited" so it's all in the same circle.)

Soooo, yesterday we visited St. Andrews Golf Club and St. Andrews Cathedral, or its ruins thereof. And atop a hill overlooking a stunning beach is a tall monument commemorating the sacrifice of four men put to death by fire for their Protestant views. This led me to think about so many, many others in history who have chosen death, rather than renounce their beliefs, and I wondered - could I? And what WOULD I be willing to die for? If I renounce my faith aloud to mere mortal men, but God knows my heart on the inside, wouldn't that be what's important?

Could I die for the sake of freedom, like William Wallace of Braveheart fame, whose huge monument looms in the distance in view from my flat's bedroom window?

So here is my first Scottish confession:

Confession #102: Though one can never be sure without it happening, I don't believe I would die for anything other than my family. And I do feel sure I could and would die for them. So I guess, for me, Love trumps Freedom, Faith, and Honor.