June 26, 2016 Luke 9:51-62 Early on in my parenting ventures, I discovered that kids tend to see things as white or black, yes or no, good or evil. And so I would often find myself trying to soften their play. When games involved killing bad guys, I suggested that instead of execution we find ways to redeem the offenders. When sticks became weapons, I suggested that instead of shooting out fatal bullets or lasers we could send out bubbles of love that would surround the intended recipient. As you might guess, there is a fair amount of eye-rolling that results from such parental suggestions. But when I look at the news - the mass shooting in Orlando, wars and refugee crises, the Brexit vote, vitriol and inaction in American politics - I can’t help but wish I could employ my imaginary love-producing weapons pretty much everywhere. But recently, I was reminded of my own tendency to assign labels of good and bad, right and wrong, when I was brought to a screeching