I admit that lately I have been enamoured with the idea of blogging. But then if you are reading this you have probably guessed as much already.
Leave it to me to jump on a bandwagon that has not already left but circled the grounds a few times for good measure. Call it a symptom of my steadily advancing years … but until things are no longer quite so “new” or “fangled” I’m hesitant.
But then I am drawn again to the idea of posting my pearls of wit and wisdom (both of them) for the benefit of one and all … and before you know it I’m running down the street doing my best to catch up with the crowd before I run out of breath and have to stand there gasping for air, waving my hands about, while people wonder who I am and what I’m doing being dragged under the proverbial wagon.
It took me a few years to figure out, but I have opinions – and even if they are not always appreciated or agreed with, they don’t seem to be doing me any good locked up in my head so maybe you can make something out of them. And even if every one of these conversations remains one-sided and never gets read or appreciated by another living soul (not only a definite probability but likely a wise course of action for the faint of heart … consider yourself warned!) I figure the exercise will still do me some good. A writer must write, a preacher must preach and a blow-hard must … well you get the picture.
So here it goes. Let the pearls fall and scatter where they may. Let the conversation take us to strange and wonderful places never (willingly) dreamed of. Let’s see if we can’t together learn to find joy in our hope, patience in tribulation, and a constancy in prayer.