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 "I used to write like I had something to say." I will never stop writing lines such as these. Who I was will always be a fool. A man who knew less than he ought to. A man who could not know enough. I am thankful to always be learning more. But it makes stating anything definitively quite difficult. I will always revise my words, my thoughts. My best thought will change. Human words and reason are of limited value to me. We are far too conditional. We think of all things relative to ourselves. We are limited by experience, our background, our money, our language. There is nothing which does not limit us. If you were to travel extensively, see it all, know all cultures, all countries, all language. Well, then you'd be limited by your affluence. There is no ideal. There is no great perspective. If anything, the poor and the broken see more clearly. If only a god could speak into our world. If only He had something to say. We might have to listen to that. . . . His words mak

 "What do you want?" I've wrestled over this question more than most. For years I spent time trying to answer the question, but as I've grown a little older, and hopefully a little wiser, I've thought more about whether that question matters whatsoever. It is very egocentric, in the grand scheme of things. A soldier in war cannot spend time on that questions. It matters not. The truly poor of our world needn't bother with this question in the midst of their struggle to survive. It matters not. There are many, a majority, in our world who spend little time on a question such as this. It matters not. But I still think about this question. Not just the answer, but the worthiness of this question as it stands. I think about the Garden of Eden and the purity of freedom that existed there. This question mattered there, and for a man named Adam and a woman named Eve. This question was unadulterated by sin or compulsion. They chose, at least for a time, that what matt

  To do anything, a person must be convinced that there will be some kind of benefit, tangible or intangible. We all need motivation. I believe that anyone who considers taking up the craft of blogging must consider the benefits of doing so. Will enough people read it? Will they benefit from it? If no one reads my thoughts, is that alright with me? In what ways is blogging different from journaling? Is it really just "journaling with accountability"?  You might wonder, if you've stumbled across this writing, why I stopped blogging, and why I am not, at least for the moment, attempting to begin again. Good questions... I stopped blogging for the same reasons most people stop doing good things. I was tired, I was busy, I was unsure of its ongoing benefits. I am a pastor, and blogging was a space for me to share opinions, opinions which were not worthy to be printed, certainly not worthy to be shared from behind a pulpit. It is my firm belief that I should avoid preaching op