A long holiday
It has been a long time since I posted anything on this blog. It wasn't as if there was nothing to say or I was without any topics to post. It was just that I felt unable to write anything. Somehow the motivation to chase ideas and capture them into sentences and paragraphs wasn't just there.
And then, there is the other big problem...
There have been no comments, no visitors, no posts from anyone at all. It is the kind of situation that makes one wonder if it makes any sense to post anything at all. Is there any virtue in being 'the lone voice crying out in the wilderness'? Does it make sense to write something that is not read at all? Is it so important to have a response or, at least, the idea that there is a response of sorts? Why are we, writers, so hung up on having readers for our piece?
I hesitate to find any answers to those questions because it would be futile to do so. Almost a needless exercise. But the only comfort one can find is that the prophets of old faced the same situation. They spoke and no one listened. Isaiah was told that his words will not find an a listening ear to his contemporary audience. But those words -- even though were not listened to back then -- are now words of comfort and strength to all of us, and have empowered many souls in their walk with God.
So while there is some disappointment, nevertheless, there is always the assurance that the utterance of words is not always a futile exercise. The impact may be today or might occur next month or even ten years from now. The important thing is to make sure that we speak the words that is on our hearts and not worry about the presence or absence of listeners or readers. God works in mysterious ways and we'll never know in what way our words - or those words that God has placed in our hearts - will affect those to whom it is intended.
But no matter what, we need to utter those words and avoid relapsing into silence.
And then, there is the other big problem...
There have been no comments, no visitors, no posts from anyone at all. It is the kind of situation that makes one wonder if it makes any sense to post anything at all. Is there any virtue in being 'the lone voice crying out in the wilderness'? Does it make sense to write something that is not read at all? Is it so important to have a response or, at least, the idea that there is a response of sorts? Why are we, writers, so hung up on having readers for our piece?
I hesitate to find any answers to those questions because it would be futile to do so. Almost a needless exercise. But the only comfort one can find is that the prophets of old faced the same situation. They spoke and no one listened. Isaiah was told that his words will not find an a listening ear to his contemporary audience. But those words -- even though were not listened to back then -- are now words of comfort and strength to all of us, and have empowered many souls in their walk with God.
So while there is some disappointment, nevertheless, there is always the assurance that the utterance of words is not always a futile exercise. The impact may be today or might occur next month or even ten years from now. The important thing is to make sure that we speak the words that is on our hearts and not worry about the presence or absence of listeners or readers. God works in mysterious ways and we'll never know in what way our words - or those words that God has placed in our hearts - will affect those to whom it is intended.
But no matter what, we need to utter those words and avoid relapsing into silence.
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