On Biblical interpretations of marriage, sanctity of life and other sticky subjects

Until I've figured out how to cherish every soul I meet and willfully commune with the broken, worthless, arrogant, messy, sinful and downright different from anything I've been raised to acknowledge as a legitimate means to an end, I will refrain from placing my scriptural interpretations on your lives.  Even if I invest in another's life, I am not granted the ability to define sanctity or parameters. I am left only the privilege of helping to feed someone else's  children and family that they might know the same grace I do. Truly, I  have enough to worry about. If you've spent anytime examining my life, I'm sure you'll agree.  I am such a work in progress. 

Until I figure out both how to love my neighbors I won't bother defining their family. Until I wrestle the pre canonical texts of the disciples and figure out just how politically motivated that very messy procedure was, I think I won't stop seeking to better understand and know any person who will so bless me with snippets of their grace, their humor, their intelligence and their humanity. 
As far as I know, not a single instruction of Jesus meant that I could itemize the commandments for anyone else and the only ones He defined were that I should love God and people.  There are days, I would love an exemption. I'm tempted to pass judgement on every day that ends in Y, most days double dipping more than toddler.
While I'm at it, I don't do a lot on the age of earth stuff either. I'm here. Earth is big. There's a universe that's even bigger and a great big beyond that stretches out even further. My soul recognizes an unknown that I've sought to identify as long as I can remember, despite a whole lot of adult influence. I've been broken  and made whole in ways I'd be happy to tell any inquiring mind. I wouldn't dream of limiting the clock for the Author of time. It's a bravado I lack. I'm just grateful to be in the picture and hear the tick. The heartbeat of humanity is humbling.
Those of you that feel called to itemize and define any of the above, go right ahead. Knock yourself out. I do not wish my silence to be implied consent. If you need me, I'll be sitting at the sinner's table. It's the only one that had my name on it.