f a i t h * i n * f i c t i o n: What Happens If a Post Has Nothing to Do With Writing?

f a i t h * i n * f i c t i o n

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

What Happens If a Post Has Nothing to Do With Writing?

You’ve guessed the secret, I’m sure, that each day after saying something general and provoking, I’ll come back, turn the finger back on myself, make my own personal confession, and then move on. You’re smart cookies, each and every one of you. You see the gestalt forming, know the pattern as it emerges rather than after.

Here’s the problem with thinking deeper and reading deeper—in the life of the Christian it’s only half the equation. Or less even. We’re called to fully experience Jesus himself. Let His perfect nature transform our wounded, shattered one.

You know Lewis’s Meditation in a Tool Shed, right? Lewis enters a tool shed. A beam of light is coming through a dirty window and lands at his feet. Standing outside of it, he can study the beam of light itself and how dust dances through it. He can study how it illuminates everything in the tool shed. Or he can step forward, stare into the light and just “experience” it. No tool shed now. No dust. Just the blinding sun. There’s a balance we need to strike between studying God and trying to experience Him. For years I’ve been decent at the former and foolish at the latter. There is still so much distance I need to close and I don’t know if Albert Borgmann will get me there.

As with everything, it’s a path we all need to walk. Bless one another as we go on our way. And now our closing thought for the day:

Your mamma is so ugly, when she was born, the hospital put her in an incubator with tinted windows.

Please reflect.