Monday, January 05, 2009

The monday moan

This could probably be a weekly title ...if I were able to remember it. Many thoughts swirling around today, but very little sense. Some things I'm thinking about (at least the ones I feel like blogging about):
  • Last week after our Sunday worship gathering someone said they had been told to read the book of John, because "maybe they would find some answers there." So they wanted to know if I thought the same thing. I'm not real sure what I even said at the time, but after thinking about it... I don't know that it's the best advice. For starters, I've never understood why the book of John is a good place to start. I would recommend Matthew, Mark or Luke over John. But also, I just don't know that it's always best to simply tell someone they need to "read the Bible" in order to solve their problems. It doesn't always work. In fact, usually it causes more problems than it solves. Not that we shouldn't read the Bible, but to me the answers don't come JUST from reading the Word, but they come when the Word comes to life in us. It is to be "living and active," and that doesn't always happen just by reading it in isolation. It happens when we're a part of a community that takes it seriously, and lives it out, and we learn from and lean on one another, etc., etc., etc. Something like that.
  • On another note, I've been thinking a lot lately about the time I used the f-word on here. Maybe it was even more than once, I don't remember. I guess I want to clarify. You know, I didn't use the f-word because I think it is "acceptable" or because I was trying to make a point, or trying to shock anyone. I used it because I was MAD. I am not a cussing person normally. In fact, my kids have probably heard more cuss words from me on this blog in their 20-23 years than they've ever heard come out of my mouth in person. But in this instance I was mad because of what someone had said about my earring, and how judgmental and condescending and stupid it sounded. I think someone named Ken left a comment that summed it up perfectly (thanks Ken). And to top it off, it made me mad that they did it with an anonymous comment. So, I wish I hadn't flown off with the f-word. I don't like to get mad like that. But sometimes it happens, and I always feel bad after the fact when it does.
  • Speaking of anonymous comments... that's one reason why I don't like them. It is impossible to apologize or ask forgiveness from someone who comments anonymously. And this does not apply to people who post anonymous because they don't have an account. Lots of people do it and sign their name at the bottom. No problem with that. I don't like people who try to sneak around though, or who are afraid to be accountable for what they write. Another reason I don't like anonymous comments is because it is impossible to know how to address the commenter. It would make a huge difference if it's a 10-year-old kid or a 56-year-old adult. You can't factor in context and intent and things like that. So, I allow anonymous comments for people who don't have accounts, and I appreciate those who sign their name at the end. For those of you who wish to remain anonymous - whatever, it's your life. But don't be surprised if your comment is removed, or at least ignored. And don't take it personally, because you can't. You're anonymous.
  • In a change of gears... Saturday we contemplated Luke 10:1-2. Several times. There was one phrase that jumped out at me each and every time... v. 4 says, "Do not take a purse or bag or sandals; and DO NOT GREET ANYONE ON THE ROAD." That "...do not greet anyone on the road" haunted me all that day and ever since. I'm going to look into that.
Peace out; and in.