10 Reasons Why I'm Done Blogging

1. Blogging the right way takes too much time. I found that my number of readers really climbs if I blog every 3-4 days. I have plenty to say and could easily do that..., but I only have one life to live...and you shouldn't be spending that much time reading my heresy anyway...you could be reading the Bible(hopefully your smiling:)

2. I don't have the authority to say the things I say. It is only 50 year old men and women, who have gray hair(and have experienced a lot of real life), that should be saying the things that I say. Instead of reading my blog, you should go find an old gray haired sage in your community and become their disciple.

3.I never intended to blog more than a year anyway. I've always felt that the social networks should be dumped into hell, but I don't want to be a distant or naive critic. I decided to do some experimental blogging for a year, minus the social hemoglobin. (It was revealing and I learned a lot about people...at least people that use the internet)

4. When I started blogging, I basically knew who was reading my blog. Now...I have no clue who 70% of my readers are...this fact scares me spitless, and I have even noticed a hardening of the soft palate.

5. I really do believe that the medium is the message. So help me God...this piece of garbage is not going to be the message of my life. If you want to be known as blackmamba77 or Jesusfuzz23 go for it...I want to be known as a disciple of Christ who loves other people life on life.

6. Does this world really need another blogger? Is there really a shortage of bloggers? Last I heard...National Geographic was still talking about Africa's shortage of good drinking water....

7. Young people say things about themselves on the internet that induces the growth of mold on my upper ganglia. "Yo dudes and dudesses...if all you care about is having sex with the world/creation DON'T TELL ME! I DON'T WANNA KNOW...I want to think well of you when I go to bed. Why don't you go find that gray haired sage in your community that I mentioned earlier...tell them(instead of the world on facebook) that your ten favorite movies are all R-rated. Or....are all you kids really just pulling my leg, and you haven't really watched all those movies???"


8. Blogging CAN be fake (not ALWAYS, but it CAN be fake). I can really do some sweet Jesus talk on this blog, but how do you know I'm actually living like Jesus?

9. Anything that is put into writing can be misread, picked apart, and shredded by another. I don't want you painstakingly critiquing what I write on this blog...its not fair to me. This is why I smile at discussion forums...sorry Menno discuss:) However...if you are watching me live life day in and day out...I DO accept your painstaking critique of how I'm living. This is called discipleship and it is what will help me grow. I will want to hear your critique and advice face to face in a coffee shop though

10. Blogging is best used by missionaries, those away from home, and other similar scenarios where one wants to keep the home folk aware of what is happening in another part of the world.

Thank you readers for reading....on days when my blog gets a lot of hits I feel popular. Its funny how that works...hopefully I don't spiral into depression without that little steroid:) I'm not reacting to technology or blogging. In fact, I'm proud of you if you keep blogging for Jesus! I may drop a post once in a blue moon, but it will be rare.

Find someone to love today....

I'm 57 Years Old

About a month ago I told my Dad that I feel like a very old man. After reading this Mark Nepo piece this morning, I'm quite certain I'm 57 years old....

At Fifty-Seven

Mark Nepo

I feel like I stumbled
down a hill of years, only
to land in a pile of my books.

Along the way, I cracked
like a Russian doll; finding
something smaller and more
essential inside every version
I've known as me.

And now, when all I know
bursts into flame each time
I try to give it away, I'm asked
what matters.

There's something perfect
in how we're worn; like sculptures
left for Spirit and wind to finish, the
film taken from our eye just as
our heart is exposed, one
crumbling into the other.

Source: Unknown

"WE"

I'm trying to wrap up the school year right now...holding my breath for long periods...eye sockets bulging...recklessly careening through the last days.

Very quickly....this is what I've been thinking....

When "We" has no emotive face...when "We" has no eyes of love or hands of service...when "We" has no name like, Levi, Ruthie, or Jesus....RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!