Horse and Buggy

This blog is losing it’s value.
Ok, it’s lost its value.

I’m not sure what it is, and for the two or three of you who still come here, there’s not much in it for you. I don’t even like listening to my own babbling. On the other hand, I have many thoughts bubbling under the surface, and and growing desire to write. I believe it might be time to learn the art of writing and publishing and practice the dicipline of intentionallity.

There is an undercurrent beginning to sweep me off my feet. I see it in the books I am reading. I keep hearing it in my conversations. It’s beginning to work it’s way into my dreams and even my life. It is the intentional life. The neo-monastic, missional, rediculous grace that changes lives, not religious preference. This is going to burst, but I’m holding it in. I will continue to read. I will continue to talk with friends and mentors. And I pray it will continue to invade my way of life. And then, I must begin to learn how to write. And these things will once again find their place on what ever this thing is.