Words About Words
This past weekend was spent camping, hiking, relaxing, playing, and worshiping in the stunning beauty of the Rocky Mountains. Time away is good for many things—to clear the head, to unplug, to read, reflect, refocus. It’s also a wonderful time for un-agenda’d conversation around the fire, along the trail, and over meals.
One such conversation this weekend had to do with writing. Blogging, in particular. Some people were commenting that they had read this or that post on my blog and the conversation turned to how and why I write so much in this space. Now, I am by no means a “prolific” blogger—at least not in comparison with some writers out there who somehow seem to be able to churn out (often very good) material daily! But as I look in the rearview mirror of this blog, I do see a fair number of words—whether in posts or in comment threads. Why?
I have confessed on more than one occasion here to having somewhat ambivalent feelings about adding my contribution to an online world that is drowning in words. But I don’t stop. Apparently, I somehow manage to overcome my ambivalence and keep the words coming. Apparently this whole blogging thing must be doing something for me… Aside from feeding my ego… er, I mean, providing a forum to graciously impart the unplumbed depths of my wisdom… Sigh.
Thankfully, I didn’t talk about the unplumbed depths of my personal insecurities in my Rocky Mountain conversation this weekend. What I did say, was something to the effect of, “I write because it’s how I process and figure out what I think about things.” It didn’t sound very articulate or profound, but it was the best I could come up with. Today, I came across this much more eloquent explanation from Sarah Bessey in a guest post over at Adam McHugh’s Introverted Church (a blog whose lifespan is, regrettably, drawing to a close—I have very much appreciated Adam’s insights, both in his blog and in his fantastic book, Introverts in the Church). Sarah expresses almost perfectly what I would have liked to say last weekend:
Part of my spiritual discipline of writing is the act of writing itself, the self-discovery, the tracing of God in my own life and questions and doubts and struggles. But the other part of my writing life is that I feel connected by this work. I feel like it is one of the few things I have to give to the world. Blogging has changed my life, my spirituality, my opinions, my relationships, my heart, my mind, and I make no apologies for that (even if “blogging” is an excessively ugly word.) God has used this medium to profoundly change me, yes, but somehow, weirdly, he’s also managed to include a few other people in that, and now I feel like I’m part of a bigger story.
Such very good words in defence of, well, words.
Image courtesy of Ruth Bergen Braun.