
Sometimes I (half) jokingly refer to myself as a Rule Breaker. I blame my Mother.
While driving me to college my Freshman year (while I was still 17, mind you), she informed me that most Rules are really more strong suggestions. Note: she waited until I LEFT HOME to inform me of this little Life Nugget. ![]()
She was an Odd Duck. (In the very BEST way — at her funeral, she wanted be sure the pastor said, “The shell is still here, but the NUT is gone!”
) 
Lately, Life seems like we’re all participants on “Whose Line is it Anyway?”, where the Rules are made up and the points don’t matter.
In church yesterday, I realized that the Bible is FULL of Rule Breakers. Some might even call them the Forefathers of Civil Disobedience. 
And then, you know, there’s JESUS. Where to start with Him? He spoke to women, picked grain & healed people on the Sabbath, touched Lepers (thus became “unclean”) & hung out with criminals.
In comparison, my self appointed title of #RuleBreaker seems kind of weak. Maybe I need to up my game.
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