A reason to blog again!

So, as you can see, I haven't been posting as regularly as I had intended when I started this experiment.

Last week, I was just about to abandon the whole experiment. My team has eschewed their wheaties for regular doses of suckweed, and the world has been hearing too much about the ominous outlook for my church. Between trying to keep up with school, work, family duties, the puppy, and laundry, I figured the blog was about dead. Why bother?

And then, tonight, I stumbled across Nueva Cantora's Oct. 13 to blog or not to blog. Wow! Blogging itself is like worship! Now this is a whole new take! And it is one that answers some questions for me! I've still been struggling with the parallels between those who participate in the blogging enterprise and the crazy authorial egos in the scholastic publishing industry. Do I have something important to say, or do I just think I have something important to say, and thus am no better than the leagues of individuals putting more drivel out into the world (see Sept. 9th's entry below)? (Good lord, did I just cite myself? That answers your question!) But seriously, the Nueva Cantora take solves this problem for me in some ways. I am exceedingly intrigued by this association between blogging and worship---blogging as participation in a community where we must value each person's role (gifts) and also recognize that some have a gift for leading and facilitating the central activity of that community. I like the parallels, but how far can we push it? Is one of the goals of blogging to reach out to God? That sends me spinning out into the world created in Neil Gaiman's American Gods. Careful that your technology doesn't become your gods! But that's not where Nueva Cantora is going at all, I'd hate to misrepresent. I guess I haven't answered the question for myself. Why blog? And how does blogging affect my relationship with the divine?

Boy, does blogging encourage navel-gazing. Why does that make me feel so uncomfortable?

Hmmmm. Must go and think on it some more... *smirk*

Big fat phooey.

So so so we squeaked it past South Carolina two weeks ago, and our luck ran out last week against Auburn. Like good ol' roly poly Fullmer himself said, "you can't expect to when you let them post 14 on their first two drives." Mighty Casey has struck out . . . but you can't blame him for giving up. That last minute drive to the endzone to tie was awesome! Too bad it was squelched by the most amazing interception I've ever seen. The ball was only 6" off the ground when he dove to catch it! Yowzers! So, I'm at home licking my wounds and trying to recover. The agony.

Ah yes, not to forget the theological link. Think "forgiveness," "hope," and with any luck on next Saturday, "redemption."

An update on the girl in the bathroom. I went back last week and she wasn't there. And I overheard the people I was with talking about how much her presence made them uncomfortable. But it just wasn't the crowd I could talk about it with. It was more like a girly "icky, I can't believe this type of establishment needs someone in the bathroom to intimidate the customers with cheap perfume and stale candy." Dear Lord, forgive us all for not being able to face those in need, and when we do, for not being able to ascertain an appropriate response.

Back to life. If you're wondering why it has been a while since I've posted, my life is crazy. I'm doing a million and one things a day, and I feel frustrated because I don't have time to fulfill all my duties and still be there in a deep, personal way for those who need me. Two more friends are in deep pain this week for different reasons, and I can only marginally be there. Ah, the quandries of ministry. God, please help me get--and keep--my priorities straight.

Enough whining. Maybe I'll post again tomorrow in a more optimistic mood. As always, stay tuned.