I'VE BEEN CALLED A LOT OF THINGS

A few weeks ago I didn't even know what a "blogger' was, now I am one.

For several years I have considered the new computer age technology way too far ahead of me.  My old brain just couldn't run fast enough to keep up. I resisted, emphatically, "I'm not interested in that stuff".   However, it seems that I keep getting drug along, kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century.

In order to keep up with what's going on in my daughter's life (especially info, pictures, etc of my new grand-daughter) I now have to become a member of Facebook. Instead of long, personal letters from the kids, now I get "text" or is it "text-ed".  I can't even speak the language.

So when my daughter begin to post "blogs" and gave me an address so I could read them....I was sucked in again. Now, not only do I read her blog, I find myself sitting behind my desk writing a blog. I should be out plowing the field or building something or at least watching someone else build something. My resistance is waning. The next thing you know I will be "tweeting". I thought that's something a bird was supposed to do.  I've determined that if in fact I do "tweet" that my wife won't even notice, she will just think it's my knees acting up again and making a funny noise.

I have no idea what I'll put on this thing.  I certainly can't imagine anyone wanting to read it.  I will probably add my weekly Bible study lessons. Sometimes they make for interesting conversation or contemplation.  I probably won't have any original thoughts.  I very seldom do. My daughter says this is "therapeutic".  If I keep having to deal with technology I'll no doubt need a therapist.

So stop by any time you are in the area.  I'll be standing here on my "stump".  I'm never at a loss for words.  But always unsure how to communicate them properly.  I read once that it is not what you "feel" or what you "think" but it's what you "communicate" that matters.

I want to always "communicate" to anyone I come in contact with that I am a child of The King.  I once was lost but now I'm found. What I am, what I have, what I do is because of the grace of God.  It's not that I loved Him but that He loved me and gave Himself for me.

I'm sure that I haven't expressed that enough.  There have been seasons in my life when sharing that information was probably the last thing on my mind.  I am ashamed that there have been people I've met, people I've been associated with and people whose paths I've crossed who didn't "get it" because I didn't give it.  I don't want to be found in that place again.  Somehow, someway, I want to live, talk, write, act and breath Jesus.  And just like a divine disease I want to contaminate those with whom I communicate.  Oh, excuse me, I just coughed in your direction.

Grump