I think it can be a very good thing to strive to be above reproach. Seriously. Now, I frequently fail. In no uncertain terms, I am not above reproach. What struck me today is that that may well include my reading selections.
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You know how you aren’t supposed to say certain things? I don’t mean cuss words. I mean that there are all these people who want you to live a life by law: do this, that, and the other, and then you’ll be a real writer. Want to know what real Lutheran writing is? Writing from the Gospel.
I wasn’t late posting about 2018 Advent Resources, although I did mean to blog today’s titles sooner. This year I thought I’d try to tackle some additional devotional reading, and the two titles are The Soul in Paraphrase: A Treasury of Classic Devotional Poems, edited by Leland Ryken, and With My Own Eyes, a third-person retelling of the Gospels by none other than Lutheran bishop extraordinaire Bo Giertz, translated by LCMS Rev. Bror Erickson!
You may have noticed by now that I have a lot of ideas to share in hopes that someone else writes them up. 🙂 The trend continues. I want to see someone write Big Bang Unravels. Explore how the physicals of black holes, with their different expressions of expanding and contracting, would affect the world if we really were a result of a black hole’s big bang.
Once upon a time, there were sitcoms: situational comedies. That was back before everything was offensive. You know, a few YEARS ago! Anyway, sitcoms could deal with awkward uncles.
Imagine you’re a college student in a religion class. The teacher assigns you to talk to people in the street and really try to “git out there” and “dig deep!” They bus you into a downtownish area of a city, drop you off, and there you are. Feeling like a grumpy child yet?
There are so many weird hangups in a writer’s life. Am I wrong? For instance, I keep stalling on my poetry project because I keep writing poetry. And, since I’m self-publishing, who’s to say when I should cut myself off?! Even weirder, my latest writing dilemma has to do with turtles.
I don’t remember what I was doing yesterday, but it occurred to me that our country—modern age? zeitgeist?—has an endorsing problem exacerbated by its weird relationship with “banning.”
Not everyone likes poetry and that is fine. At the same time, maybe we can admit that we often like to read rhyming scripts to our kiddos. We like how little lessons can seem a little more learnable. Now, poetry is not always for the sake of learning. Self-expression is the big genre these days, but that is far from refuting poetry as an educational tool. And, as a tool, it can plant a seed, hack a weed, or dig down deep. But, what does that have to do with apples?