I still have wide-lined, fat pencil versions of 2nd-grade haiku. I got Big Chief writing tablets for one Christmas gift and a thesaurus (which I still use) for another one. Journalimg has been part of my devotional life for about 30 years. When I began pastoral ministry, writing brief essays and articles for newsletters became a key means of fulfilling my call to “equip the saints for the work of ministry” and to make disciples of Jesus.
For me, writing has always been a labor of love. I love choosing just the right words and phrases, painting pictures so the reader can come with me to feel, touch, taste, see, hear a moment or engage a truth. Most of the time, I try to find the small sliver of grace and gospel tucked into an everyday moment.
And it is, in many ways, a labor. Prayer, thought and yes, pondering, give birth to creative expressions. And on the other side, there is joy in what results, for me, and hopefully for somebody who reads along.
So, if it is such a joy and a love, why have I been so inconsistent with posts here in recent months? Well, to put it mildly, life has gotten in the way. In recent months, my wife fell and broke her back and was essentially bed-ridden for almost three months. My dad continues to wrestle with some stage of dementia, and since he lives a few hours away, I’m on the road a lot to take care of his needs. We’re also nearing the end of an 18-month process of preparing my parents’ homeplace and contents for auction. And like any pastor, like Paul I can say “Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the [church]. ” (2 Cor. 11:28)
I’m not complaining, just describing. God has been good, sustaining and utterly sufficient. But many times, when I want to write, I find my soul is just weary or drained. Creativity, for me at least, requires at least a measure of soul space, and there has been a lot of clutter there.
So, I’m sorry for the inconsistency of new posts here. I’d ask you who pray to to pray for me– mostly for love to serve well to those I love, for soul-space and a refreshing of my creative heart.
I still love to write, and I hope to do more of it soon.