More and more I sense the ending, like the tease on a movie trailer, is Coming Soon!
The end of what?
The end of my writing.
And yet not really. I suspect, as long as my fingers can manage a keyboard and my wandering mind remains curious, I will continue to embrace the intimidation of the blank screen. Words matter to me. Words have revealed God’s presence and absence. Words spoken and crafted by me have dared to proclaim Jesus’ good news to those who (including me) needed to hear or read them. Words have caused me to chuckle or weep or both. Words from other writers are what I must read before slumber. (There is always a book by my bedside.) My words, more often than not, are what claim my time in the morning’s welcoming dark.
But what about writing an essay every week for this eponymous web page?
In other words, regularly writing about my fickle faith for public* consumption?
How do I start “putting to bed” an effort that has been a meaningful, faithful, and (yes) foolish habit for over a dozen years? Continue reading →