Well, I finally did it...but does anyone care?

Don't know why.
I just wanted a blog.

Maybe it is for a selfish reason. To be heard. Sounds noble, doesn't it? Surely nobody will want to read it, so that is out. This late in the game I will simply be one voice among a bazillion.

Maybe it is because I can use phrases like "a bazillion."

Perhaps it is because I love to write, but I'm too lazy to use a paper and pen. (Besides, writing something down is so permanent and readable by others. No one would ever be embarrassed by something they said on the internet, right? ) I enjoy looking at the world from a very different point of view. Mine. Life is funny. Life is sad. Life sometimes just is, no comment needed. Occasionally life will leave you speechless. Other times you have to laugh so you don't cry.

Maybe it is simply because therapy costs so stinking much.

I can hear the ads. "Blogger. Like therapy, only it's free. And of course, no one is listening to you. Of course, neither is your therapist. I'm sorry, did you say something?"

(That ad stinks, but it's true. Mostly.)

Was it peer pressure? All the cool people at Write About Jesus seem to have one. Sue, Simon, Kristie, GuyH, Belinda, Allie, etc. Well, now a not so cool person from WAJ has one. But will anyone know?

Maybe I ought to tell someone if I ever finish rambling.

We had someone like that in a small church I used to attend. Testimony time would come and they would make a beeline for the mic. 22.5 minutes later after hearing a story about their great aunt Lucy's neighbor's sister's vet's pet's bunions, people would fall out under the power of nod. And we would quietly sing, "I feel like rambling on, I feel like rambling on, the pastor let me testify, now I feel like rambling on."*

I guess that was my first experience in writing new lyrics for a timeless hymn. Yeah, timeless...believe me, at that moment time stood still.

So this is the first of what promises to be many disjointed, convoluted, ADD laden blogs. But it is MY blog. I can say what I want. Unless my wife doesn't let me.

Now I'll go back to my corner.

JRod


*(In case your church doesn't sing many, if any hymns, that little gem was adapted from "I Feel Like Traveling On").