As a teenager, I was a sort of pseudo, a la carte, pick-what-sounds-good-today, Christian. I loved love (although I had no idea what that meant). I was ready to claim Jesus as an historical fact, and His gift of grace as a beautiful expression of what we all need. I understood the Gospel and saw my need for it. I liked it, but I was unwilling to submit myself to much of it. As I looked at the unavoidable moral claims, I continually tried to wiggle out of what I saw as antiquated and repressive. This perspective led to my teenage mantra: Live and let love. Do what you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt someone else. 

If love = no harm, then no harm = love. And if love = no harm, then harm = no love. It has to add up! Right?