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Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
I am not big on chanting. I like political discussions. I like debate. I totally love historical context, experience, data, insight, apologetics and perspective. Give me some persuasive argument, logic all over me. I might not be converted, but at least I will respect you and feel respected. If you chant at me, I am going to doubt you have anything to say. If you shout me down, I am going to know you fear the power of my speech. I don’t accept your labels. Sometimes it seems that in order for some people to feel they belong, they have to create groups to be excluded, to be labeled and targeted. And I know that everyone who reads this, regardless of which side of the political spectrum they are on, will think this is about how good they are and how bad the other side is. |