This morning I dreamed of playing "soccer" with a kid who looked very much like my (former) bishop. The "ball" was just a little pebble, barely big enough to see and hardly large enough to kick. The "goal" was just some space "over there", rather undefined.
If the goal was moved, or ignored altogether, it really didn't matter. The point wasn't to reach the goal, but to keep the other guy from doing so. Controlling the pebble turned out to be key. It became a game of "keep away".
Tripping, grabbing, deceit and subterfuge -- even name-calling -- were all employed. I saw it wasn't a very "Christlike" game.
In fact, the only way I could "win" was not to play.
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