Home at last…but the brain hasn’t returned yet. As a writer of a blog, I need to have the wheels rolling and the spirit stirred.
Threads on Facebook help to get the brain in gear. My son, Chris, and my granddaughter, Cynthia, are both good at opening discussions about issues that are important to be talking about right now. I enjoy jumping into the conversations and frequently, when I have a lot to say, I get my thoughts out on a blog. As for the spirit, blog writings are often launched by the readings I do as I pray in the morning or the books chosen by my spirituality book club. Whether expounding on brain stuff or spirit stuff, the thoughts I share used to occupy my private journals. This business of sharing with the world is rather new to me…but I am gaining courage…or rather, losing my fear of letting the world know who I am.
A friend gave me a book by Joshua Dubois, “The President’s Devotional”, a collection of devotionals that Dubois sent to President Barack Obama daily for a year via e-mail. (I wish there were someone who would do that for me.) I thought today would be a good day to share a thought of Dubois’ since there is nothing else on my mind.
He started the devotional for May 6 with a quote from James 4:17 “So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”
Then, a reflection of Martin Luther King Jr. “On some position, cowardice asks the question, ‘is it safe?’ Expediency asks the question, ‘Is it politic?’ Vanity asks the question, ‘is it popular?’ But conscience asks the question, ‘is it right?’ And there comes a time when the true follower of Jesus Chris must take a position that’s neither safe nor politic nor popular but he must do it because it is right.”
This seems to address what I said earlier about blogging – I have had to ask, and continue to do so, “Is it safe? Political? Popular?” I guess I am not sure I am able to answer these question. Sometimes I am not even sure if something is “right”. But it does seem that keeping one’s insights to oneself doesn’t do a whole lot for the world. My boxes of journals didn’t really help anyone but myself. So, I throw my thoughts out there…and let go.