I was going back to my earliest posts on my old blog Go Free Now! and found one called Intro and Directory where I'm talking about all the essays I've written to share with anyone who would like one. I say that if you would like one, just let me know and I'll e-mail it. Now some of those essays have been posted on my blog, such as "Why Do I Extol The Jew?" or "Ismail" but looking over the ones I haven't posted, I realize with horror that most of the others aren't even finished. I have neglected to flesh them out.
I did an essay on gardening, on the parallels the gardener finds between the world of the garden and life, such as: weeds appear with no effort. They grow freely and appear easily, just as evil is always so attainable and available. But in that essay, all I have written is: "weeds appear with no effort, they grow freely and appear easily" and I have nothing written about what the parallel with life would be.
I have an essay on "The Alchemy of Music" about taking secular music and turning it into worship, and I never realized I hadn't completed that until I looked at it the other day.
I have another essay on affliction and it ends after the words: "But what if Satan has attacked and we have experienced great loss? There we are, already sick, already down, already nearly destroyed." I end it with a question I haven't even answered.
A man was visiting my blog early on when I got started, from the United Arab Emirates, who asked for my essay called "Ismail," a Christian witness to Muslims. I didn't realize until after I sent that to him that it hadn't been edited properly, and hoped I hadn't messed him up. You just pray a lot after that.
I wrote a post early in my first blog about getting right with God, and who goes to heaven or hell, touching on the heavy subjects like predestination, but hardly addressing them thoroughly. After reading it again I deleted it and prayed I didn't lead anyone astray with that post!
So I find out that I have hardly even done what I set out to do when I started this blog, which was to write wonderful essays that would profoundly impact people. I am hardly the writer I thought I was. I think that Kingdavid has taught me to to enjoy being myself more, which is being a lover of nonsense, and finding that occasionally I can also say something profound.