Ministry and...blogging?

How can I repay the Lord
for all the great good done for me?
I will raise the cup of salvation
and call on the name of the Lord.
- Psalm 116:12-13


I do not write to this blog nearly enough. It bothers me – though I think I know why this is. I am hesitant to express in a blog what belongs to myself only, or I should say, between myself and God. Not that there are any secrets – or separations. But still, the internal promptings for this blog are much more quiet, even more subtle, than those for my poetry blog. Thoughts concerning faith in any aspect can become a dialogue with the Lord. And I have no desire to post those conversations. However, I feel a strong compulsion to disclose what I experience to the extent that it offers something of myself to the reader in the name of my love of God.

So, why the sparsity and delay?

Perhaps my situation is something like that of the disciples after the passion, as they hid out in a room, bursting forth only once the Holy Spirit descended upon them. Though, the Spirit has descended upon me, and I am grateful for its propelling, saving graces. But blogging, well, it’s something different, isn’t it. I can imagine sitting here with the Lord trying to explain what this blog thing is all about, and He sitting there nodding his head, catching up on this latest derivation of how we try and communicate with each other – then getting it (of course) and I expect being vastly amused.

Yes, I love the Lord. You may get a kick out of this – when I bicycle and the ride gets tough, I sometimes say to myself, “Jesus, I wish you were here, riding with me. I know that you are of course, but I mean on a bike.” But you know, when I am on a tough run, I don’t have that conversation, because I am quite sure that the Lord would smoke me something awful running, while on a bike we at least could stay together to some sort of mutual satisfaction.

What else. Church is going so vey well. I love it. Every Mass is like my first ever. I am a very, very fortunate guy. Honestly, I don’t know why God bothers with me. I guess it’s true – because I need him. Though, you would think I could make more of an effort to write this blog.

Ah – I will try to do just that. Our ministries after all are are diverse as life itself. Open heart, open mind, full life. Praise.