So, here's the deal. I'm sure I'll write about all sorts of inconsequential things on this blog. You'll hear about my Christmas ornaments (or lack thereof) and the bread I made and that funny thing I did one Saturday, but I want the meat of this blog - my purpose for writing - to be in gazing outwards steadily at some thing and attempting to see it as it really is. I'm thinking particularly of the 6th resolution from John Pipers 10 Resolutions for Mental Health which says:
I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or a person. I shall not then be concerned at all to ask what they are but simply be glad that they are. I shall joyfully allow them the mystery of what Lewis calls their "divine, magical, terrifying and ecstatic" existence.Some of what I write might sound a bit odd or out of range. I don't promise not to write a persuasive essay on the glories of my potato masher. I just feel that I've lived too long inside myself. In another of Piper's essays he said that beholding was becoming. If I behold myself constantly and insistently then what hope is there for me? I know pretty well how much actual good lies within my own power. But, if I can even rarely, behold even the humblest item which God has give me and know that I have seen God's hand then perhaps there is hope.
There you have, the new purpose of my blog and written out at midnight on a Wednesday. I happen to think it's a decent one for all that.
God give me grace.