Jesus.

"Sometimes I think it is easier for you and me to believe Jesus is God now that He is in heaven than it might have been back when He was walking around on earth. If you would have seen Jesus do miracles, and if you were one of those healed by Him or if you were one of the disciples, then it would have been easier, but for most people, especially the Jews, Jesus would have been a stumbling block.

At the same time, however, we are at a disadvantage because the Jesus that exists in our minds is hardly the real Jesus. The Jesus on CNN, the Jesus in our books and in our movies, the Jesus that is a collection of evangelical personalities, is often a Jesus of the suburbs, a Jesus who wants you to be a better yuppie, a Jesus who is extremely political and supports a specific party, a Jesus who has declared a kind of culture war in the name of our children, a Jesus who worked through the founding fathers to begin America, a Jesus who dresses very well, speaks perfect English, has three points that fulfill any number of promises, and wants you and me to be, above all, comfortable. Is this the real Jesus?

Is Jesus sitting in the lifeboat with us, stroking our backs and telling us we are the ones who are right and one day these other infidels are going to pay, that we are the ones who are going to survive and the others are going to be thrown over because we are Calvinists, Armenians, Baptists, Methodists, Catholics; because we are Republicans, Democrats, conservatives, or liberals; because we attend a big church, a small church, an ethnically diverse church, a house church, or is Jesus acting in our hearts to reach out to the person who isn't like us - the oppressed, the poor, the unchurched - and to humble ourselves, give of our money, build our communities in love, give our time, our creativity, get on our knees before our enemies in humility. treating them as Scripture says, as people who are more important than we are?
The latter is the Jesus of Scripture; the former, which is infinitely more popular in evangelical culture, is a myth sharing a genre with unicorns."

Donald Miller -- Searching for God Knows What

Touchdown to the Blagosphere in 10... 9... 8...

I always start a new one. I rarely (meaning, never.) finish the old ones.
I only post once in a great while.
When I do, it contains no great seeds of wisdom, nor revelation... sometimes, if it's an exceptionally good day, I might reach something of a reflection.

And I get to wondering why I start them in the first place.
And then I remember that I am a lonely person.
And I realize that my time could be better spent.
And I wonder what it would be like if I could write like Jamie Tworkowski, Stephen Chobsky or Donald Miller.
And I wonder, if I could express myself like them and communicate my heart and my psyche, would somebody read it?

And then I remember how many people have blogs.
And I wonder if those people thought the same thing.
Or maybe none of them care and that's the point.

I'm not sure.
But, I'll probably just end up posting a lot of things by Donald Miller and Jamie Tworkowski and Stephen Chobsky.
Small things. Heaven forbid I commit all sorts of copyright infringement!

And that's pretty much it.
Peachy, isn't it?