Saturday, March 6, 2010

Purpose in a Dream

"People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God."
~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

If you are at all familiar with my blogging career then you are probably aware of the fact that I have a tendency to be quite inconsistent and somewhat noncommittal. I have been pondering what I can do about this and I realized that I lacked one main ingredient to efficient writing, purpose. My old blog attempts were somewhat journal like in nature, and I've never been a big journal kind of guy. Sure I like to relive my life experiences, but I usually prefer to do that in a face to face manner. So I concluded that if I was to be a successful blogger then I would need a purpose for doing so. Of course the next question I had to ask myself was, "Well what purpose could you have for writing a blog?" The first thing I came up with was spiritual opinions. I figure it would be a good way to get my thoughts out there and get discussions started.

As I said, I prefer to retell my life events in a conversational fashion, but when it comes to matters of religion or spirituality I become highly uncomfortable. Not because I am uncomfortable with the subject matter or that I don't like to discuss it, on the contrary it is my favorite conversation topic. I just always fear that someone will ask me a question that I don't have an answer for or that I will say the wrong thing. Should I behave like this? Well of course not. Which is why I think using a blog as an avenue for discussing spirituality will help me wake up that Holy Spirit "juice" (No, that is not in anyway theologically correct) inside and get me going in my spiritual interactions.


Holy Spirit Juice. A part of a well-balanced breakfast.


But how can I expect to have anyone actually read these posts? Much less expect to have some type of impact on anyone. Well, to be honest, I can't and I don't. I don't expect it, but I do hope. Always hope. Because I know that we live in a spiritually confused world. And in a world where it feels as if the voice of truth has fallen silent, the tiniest whispers can sound like shouts.


1 comments:

Thad said...

I read. I ponder. Keep posting.

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