If I was to describe reality beyond postpositivism, through a constructivist paradigm, I realize that we change each other as we interact with each other, and meaning is dynamically fluid, on the move, and co-created as it meets the need of the local hour.
Toes in the Sand
The God of love is the sand giving way under the pressure of Jesus’ finger as a new story unfolds moment by moment preventing the stoning of a woman caught in adultery. Not death predestined, but love’s power drawing a new picture in the sand. It is the golden strand of the silk bookmark marking the story of Moses as he stood with his toes in the sand before a burning bush hearing God say “I am that I am.”