For
almost fifteen years now, I’ve been writing and posting Facebook notes every
Monday and Thursday.
I’ve
written through joys and sorrows,
Big
plans and shattered dreams,
Full-time
ministry and teaching, and
Abundance
of words and scarcity of thought.
It’s
taken time.
It’s
taken effort.
It’s
taken discipline not to quit.
But
to be honest,
As
I’m gearing up to greet students next Wednesday and to start a doctoral program
on the 18th,
Quitting
has been on my mind quite a bit.
I’m
going to be teaching full-time and taking classes every Monday and Tuesday
night,
Balancing
homework, church, and home life in between.
When
will I have time to write?
When
will I have time to do anything?!
And
what is there to say that I haven’t already said?
Sometimes,
I sound like a broken record.
But
then I think of common humanity.
I
think of how much people are struggling.
I
think of how deeply people are hurting.
I
think of the need to see God in the midst of darkness.
I
think of the need to find joy, hope, and goodness in a very broken world.
And
I think:
I
can do that.
No.
It won’t be easy.
And
there will be days when I am just sad, bummed, overwhelmed, or angry.
But
that’s part of common humanity too—
Knowing
we’re not alone—
And
that’s worth the will to keep trying.
Yesterday,
my blackout poem said
“The
black hole tells you lies.”
The
black hole of the unknown has been
Telling
me to quit.
The
black hole lies.
This
discipline will continue for now.
One
word,
One
shared experience,
One
post at a time.
Amen.
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