Blogging Again

Blogging, (like all communication skills for me) invariably falls by the way side after a two day commitment to blog again. I've been focusing a lot on my communication this year after several friends (rightly) kicked me in the butt about NOT staying in touch on a regular basis. I'm lucky to have friends that good. I've come to the conclusion that in the particular case of blogging this is a result of two specific things. The first is specific to blogging: I'm pretty sure that most people don't really have time or energy to stalk me on a blog... you're all busy people. The second issue is that I feel like it takes time away from where I am and who (or what) I'm with- even if I'm only with myself or some author (long dead) or just my tomato plant and mini-garden. All the more if I'm with friends or parents, or congregants- or could be with any of those people. It just feels rude and inconsiderate to abandon the whos and whats that are around me to go talk about myself on the internet. It's wierd.
Solution: start talking about something else!

All that to say, it's kind of an excuse and excuses are for wimps. And maybe this is just another way to get into the global conversation. There was another blog, with a lot of poetry and some of my ramblings... that kind of evaporated. But maybe some of it will come back if I start writing again.

All that to say, I'm going to try blogging again.

I'm going to ease myself in on Day one here. I've already examined the blogging issue anyway. So... let me just explain the name... or lack there of. My journals are called 'in search of a name'... all of them are called that. When you read scripture, it seems like all the major characters get named and re-named during the course of their lives- usually for the better! Sari becomes Sarah, Abram becomes Abraham, Simon becomes Peter, and Saul becomes Paul. Even Jesus has some identity issues asking the discipes about his name... "But who do YOU say that I am?"

It seems like the name of a person is more than a few letters denoting a face, ears, feet, and eyelashes. Like the name emerges over a life time of habits and formation. It seems that the name emerges as obedience to God grows and changes. Recently, I've been trying on a new name: pastor, or reverend, or Amma (mother- which would be the female version of the priestly, Father). None of them seem right. When Jo, Brent, Katie, and Mike were here I tried out Rev. A. That flopped... for good reason... VERY good reason. But I think the real reason is that I've not actually taken on the life of a Mother or Pastor or Reverend yet for more than a ten week spurt. And that hardly counts. Maybe the name has to emerge with the life.

On a grander scale, i'm young in the grand scheme of things. Sarah didn't get a name until she was old as the hills. I hate to think when Methuselah finally lived up to his name. I'm not totally sure my life could even BE named yet.

Who do you say that I am?
-A