A Blog is Born
Here we are at the beginning and I have to wonder what will become of this blog. Will I be faithful to keep it up? Will I get bored and forget that it exists? Will I decide that it is counterproductive to the kind of interior life I hope to develop over the course of the rest of me, such time as the Lord may grant me? Who can say?
So many questions? Who do I think I am that I should plaster my feeble thoughts across cyberspace, the datasphere, or whatever trendy name the great virtual blue is called nowadays? It is a danger. It can disapate so easily so many potentially good intentions whether creative or spiritual. One can talk it all into nothingness. What level of discretion is necessary both to say something useful and not do damage to my soul?
Is this just a fleeting fancy, a bit of playtime with an internet novelty...or is it...will it be something more? How much do I have to write before friends and strangers tell me how wise or interesting I am...tickle my ears with compliments, with praise, the food of demons. Who will laddle scorn on all my efforts, mock my pretensions, and help save my soul? How angry will I be with those who praise me and how joyful over those who ridicule? How long before I bore both to sleep with my hand wringing.
I suppose the end of the matter is this: a man must be true to himself. And I am what I am...by turn quiet and gargulous. The Saints say that there are those who say little but always in vain and those who speak continuously but speak to the good of their hearer. May the Lord grant mercy that the posts of this blog weigh more towards the latter than the former.
And thus this blog is born.
So many questions? Who do I think I am that I should plaster my feeble thoughts across cyberspace, the datasphere, or whatever trendy name the great virtual blue is called nowadays? It is a danger. It can disapate so easily so many potentially good intentions whether creative or spiritual. One can talk it all into nothingness. What level of discretion is necessary both to say something useful and not do damage to my soul?
Is this just a fleeting fancy, a bit of playtime with an internet novelty...or is it...will it be something more? How much do I have to write before friends and strangers tell me how wise or interesting I am...tickle my ears with compliments, with praise, the food of demons. Who will laddle scorn on all my efforts, mock my pretensions, and help save my soul? How angry will I be with those who praise me and how joyful over those who ridicule? How long before I bore both to sleep with my hand wringing.
I suppose the end of the matter is this: a man must be true to himself. And I am what I am...by turn quiet and gargulous. The Saints say that there are those who say little but always in vain and those who speak continuously but speak to the good of their hearer. May the Lord grant mercy that the posts of this blog weigh more towards the latter than the former.
And thus this blog is born.
posted by Seraphim | 12:02 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Unworthy,
I have just visited Andrea's blog too. I like both of your blogs. I might have to do something like this too.
I only read a little bit of your cover page, so I will be visiting again--when my eyes are more wide awake. I work 3rd shift and yes, I'm tired, but I wanted to visit and say hi. Time here in MN is 7:47am
Also, I wanted to tell you, "GO GET EM AT CW". Of course, I mean this with love and kindness for the protestants...especially Gino and Mike 711.
God's Blessings to You and Yours,
Debbie
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