I love writing. Mostly because I’m 99.9% selfish, and writing out one’s thoughts can be like finding the splinter in your brain that has been driving you nuts for a week, and digging it out. Ahhhhhhh… sweet relief!
In writing an email today, I dug out a mental or spiritual splinter that has been irritating me without my knowing exactly what it was for like, a couple of months at least. I’m a weirdo. (No, seriously folks. Pick yourselves up from where you’ve passed out from shock. It’s true.)
At heart, I am a pot-stirrer and a radical. I think differently than most, and I often feel compelled to share that oddball vision with others, despite the fact that it might, possibly, if they let it, severely screw up their perfectly comfortable worldview. That is an aspect of myself that I have kept a really tight lid on for most of my life. People tend to get torqued when you poke holes in their worldview.
But I’ve decided that since my goal in life is to be as like Jesus as I can be if He were me, (wrap your head around that one); and because Jesus was sort of a pot-stirring radical weirdo Himself, that continuing to completely throttle my pot-stirring tendencies in areas in which I have clear scriptural evidence that me and Jesus are on the same wavelength is spiritually constipating.
So, gentle readers, you may hear some shocking things out of me in upcoming posts. Or maybe not shocking. Maybe just stuff that challenges your comfort zone. Comfort is overrated anyway.
Let’s start off with a few slow-pitch softballs.
Jesus. Interesting guy. Liked poor people. Oddly enough, I never read that he said “Giving handouts just encourages people to be dependent. The poor need tough love. They need the character that comes from pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps. It’s good for them.” Apparently, He liked feeding them. You might consider doing the same.
Apparently, also not a big fan of consumerism. Thought “bling” was a bit tacky. Since Christmas is, in fact, the guy’s birthday, you could think about scaling back on the bauble-buying. (And yes, I’m aware of the irony of the fact that I work for an advertising agency. Life’s full of contradictions, people.)
Well, that’s a good start, as softballs go. Have a happy, thankful holiday.