I've tried to write a couple of blog posts and deleted them. Somehow I can't get into words the deeper things I'm pondering.
Part of it is the nature of being a little more "public" a person than I used to be. That's the prideful part of me getting in the way... ("What will they think if I admit that I struggle with...??")
Yeah right. I am making myself out to be much more important than I am. I mean, President Obama asked me to give that inaugural prayer and I had to decline because of my classes. RIiiiiiight.
No. That's not it.
It's a process of wanting to articulate what I'm pondering as fairly and as objectively as one can when the writing is all reflective. And it's a process of self-editing because in the rare moment when I write out of objectivity, I don't want to backhand blast people because I personally think they are idiots. In a holy and pastoral sort of post, of course.
Like every student and pastor I know, there's questions that don't get answered quickly...
- the hows and whys of things...
- the meanings behind words and phrases...
- the simple pain that comes into the world...
- the lack of feeling and/or logic in other human beings...
- the raw exhaustion of wondering why the ???? stuff keeps happening...
Or will it just be another test of the Emergency Yodeling Button?
Whoosh.
That's it.
Boy, I'm glad I got that figured out.
Deb
P.S. The button is at Archie McPhee -- just in case you need one, too.
3 comments:
Does anyone besides you have to think that it makes sense?
Sometimes I think we just have to get things out there in the best way we now how. For ourselves...not for anyone else.
Stop worrying!
Hey -
You're right of course. I'll try to spit it out. Eventually.
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