Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Towards a Blogging Ministerium

What if I could get a bunch of pastors together to blog for a particular generation of blog-readers? Why pastors? One, we need each other. The pastoral outfit is not a solo mission. There is so much that bearing the cross and the cloth demands that one person is not meant to handle it. A crass way of putting it would be that if you think you are able to take it on all by yourself, either your cross is too small or your ego is too big. Maybe that's saying the same thing.

Two, sometimes the most effective rhetoric is not soliloquy or one-man-versus-the-world (ala Athanasius) sort of speaking, but rather dialogue. Or a concert of voices. For example, take the way we study the Bible. Fruitful study comes not only when I have my own interpretations and thoughts, but when I also check them--converse--with commentators and scholars who have studied the same passage with more rigor. We stand, if not on the shoulders of giants, at least shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow stone-slingers against them.

Lastly, and on a personal note, I need motivation to write. The idea of blogging on my own seems daunting, like trying to write a novel. Too many days separate my last blog entry from my current one. Too many thoughts spoil my literary kitchen. Too many distractions exist in an already technolopolized world (to borrow from Postman). Writing, nowadays, has the invitation to being utterly exposed on the Internet. You were taught not to spew out just mere rambling (this is the traditional view of writing), but yet that sort of rambling is what has made blogging so accessible and popular (the contemporary view of writing). For someone with traditionalist leanings like me, blogging and Internet publishing has that kind of paradoxical hindrance. People might actually like your unfiltered thoughts. They might actually connect with you and write a response. And so the blogosphere turns.

On the whole, we need to write. And I need to write. So, help us write together in the midst of generational turmoil, neuroses, and angst. And writing our wrongs, we may just right them, Lord-willing.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Initial Observations

Funny. I don't feel like a lumberjack, but that's okay. They used to call them loggers. And if you have the tendency to spew, then, blumberjack, it is apropos that we call you 'blogger.'

And that is what I am now: a blogger in this blogosphere. All sorts of studies could be done on me, and could be neatly labeled under the category 'blogology.'

Just what sort of word is 'blog'? Originally from web-log, I suppose, the initial, communal prefix has been excised to create it; although it could also be said that 'we blog.' And that is what we bloggers do: blog. For a bit, I shall compose some neo-blogisms.

I'd like to say that I go blogging once every morning, when the air is crisp and I have just stretched my fingers and straightened my back and tied my laces. Just a brisk blog, nothing more. Afterwards, I have my coffee.

Or perhaps I go check out the next city blog, which is ten blogs away, swinging on my world wide webs from post to post.

Maybe I accidentally drip some blog onto my shirt after taking a bite of my egg-blog sandwich. Its golden, congealed yolk makes for some amusement at the neighborhood blog party.

Once, I got blogged out of my house. The firemen were not happy when they had to knock the door down for me. I had gone blogging without my keys. Silly me.

Blog! That tastes horrible! Get me some water.

At any rate, I b-log to you, and you b-log to me. That's how this sort of thing works. We b-log to each other.

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