Tuesday, October 30, 2012

i'm writing, but not a writer

Against all good judgment I decided to start a blog. Unlike other moments of weakness (when I started tweeting or taking all the advances in the technology of camera optics and threw them out the window in exchange for the yellow blurriness of instagram) this one might be beneficial.

Now make no mistake, I do not assume that this will be beneficial to you guys; I am not intelligent enough, articulate enough (if that counts in writing), nor interesting enough to benefit such a bright and distinguished audience.* Instead, I intend for this to be beneficial to me and just maybe it will be to you too.

Allow me to explain: today I was reading a book when I realized that I am not a very good reader. I don't actively engage in books much of the time. I can read several pages or even chapters and be completely checked out, not giving any thought at all to what I am reading, why I am reading it, or how it might help me or others. This thought spurred along another--the thought that I dread writing. Whether it be short articles, newspaper ads, or bulletin blurps, I hate writing! Why is that though? It's because writing requires my attention, undivided, for as long as it takes to write and think critically of ideas to write about.

What I realized today was that though I do not like writing, writing is a medium that forces me to think, so if I just determine to write/think/dwell about "these things" as they are spelled out by Paul in Phlippians 4:8 then writing could be a tool to cause me to regularly think on "these things" and hold myself accountable to do so, especially since you guys will anxiously be hanging on the edge of your seats for my next post.†

So this can serve as an introduction to my thoughts on "these things" and your invitation to hold me accountable and maybe find something that you can relate to.

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is justt, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence ,if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

*see what I did there
obivously I am exercising my very healthy sarcasm muscles

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