There is a passage in the Gospels which has long intrigued me. In answer to his critics, Jesus responds (I paraphrase): "You play a jig and expect me to dance; then you play a dirge and expect me to weep." Or, as Dylan put it, "Everyone wants you to be just like them."
It may very well be that my appreciation of Jesus' refusal to be what others would have him to be is mostly a reflection of my own obstinacy. I have never been particularly amenable to the efforts of others to make me feel or behave in a particular way. If someone tells me to feel a certain emotion, I am likely to be rendered less likely to do so. Toss me a ball, and I may just step out of its way.
These posts are not intended to tell you how to dance; they are simply my dance. It may be the case that I have two left feet, or that I have little sense of rhythm. For this reason, I do not ask you to take my hand and join me in my dance; I would most likely end-up stepping on your toes. Yet I sometimes get the impression that toes feel they are being stepped on. Why is that?
You can check out Scott's other miscellaneous writings here.