Sometimes I wonder why I do this blogging stuff. Is it really what I originally intended it to be some 2 years ago? I’ve been a writer since I was in 8th grade, where I got my first rejection by my then teacher, who felt my 3 act musical play complete with a cast of thousands, would be impossible to produce.
I was about 13 years old at the time and his comment crushed me like a hammer and it was some time before I began to write again. I made up fantastical stories, mysteries, humorous – I ran the whole gamut of genre. I felt fulfilled because I was able to express myself through my writing much better than I could by actually communicating with people. That was way out of my comfort zone.
Over the past 35 years I’ve been writing and adapting stories for stage productions out of necessity. As a drama director in a Christian environment, I found it difficult to find material for kids that was suitable or ethical or untarnished enough. So I wrote my own stuff. It was fun to see my plays come to life and laughter coming from the audience. It was akin to giving birth with the pains of writing and the final outcome being such a blessing.
Publishing my memoir was an agonizing experience, because it forced me to bring up the past in a very intimate way and tore at my heartstrings many times during the process. I had to put it away for almost ten years before I could complete the manuscript. Some say writing about past events is cathartic. Most of the time I try to shovel those bad memories in the darkest part of my brain to be forgotten eternally.
In my short blogging experience, I’ve made some solid friendships, learned that we aren’t nearly as far apart as I thought from a doctrinal perspective and have enjoyed having response to my posts.
When I started this, however, I was determined to use my writing to tell others the sweet message of the Gospel. At times I find myself preaching to the choir (which by the way is necessary at times.) So often I look at the stats and wonder why some days are more successful than others and my old Adam gets in the way of what I had originally intended.
Writing a blog should be an expression of yourself, your beliefs, your thoughts, your frustrations – all of that is a release in a way, but I want it to be much more than an extension of myself. When we write for Jesus, let’s remember that we aren’t doing it to gain popularity or status. We’re doing it because He commands us to spread His Word throughout the world. If just one person is reached, the Spirit of God was in the work and His will is being done.
What are your feelings on the blogging experience?