Rules to a game are easily accepted and determinedly enforced. Or not. Certainly they are not law. Even with laws we allow ourselves at least two miles an hour over the limit. The beauty of gray.
Frost that melts away.
What if rules, commands from God, are the way He knows me, the way recognize His son in me. Not legalism, not in the sucess of my endeavors, but in my loving God enough to attempt to do what is right.
What is getting away with something, really?