how many blogs are too many?

 

If, say, a person had a blog and she blogged last on that blog in November of 2008, should she rationally open a new blog?  And what does that person do with the musings of the last blog?  Does it stay open?  Does it close?  Does she print and kill trees?  Does anyone know or care?

These are the questions plaguing the inexperienced blog-site-changer and the ever loyal nut who feels loyal even to her blog-spot.  But, a new venture is at hand.  It feels more mature, more sleek, more pressing. WordPressing that is. (the cleverness travel with blog relocation, do not fear.)

 

It’s always the struggle when blogging space stretches out before you: just what to do with it. fill it with rambling (yes, I know I’m doing quite well)? wait for inspiration?  talk about small things?  what if no one cares?

“finding sacred in the common” is a phrase I ran across in Ireland. And then, in seminary, I became friends with the Celts who followed Christ and I’ve been hooked ever since.  The Celts experienced faith, not always in the confines of walls of churches, but by going to the farthest place from the most familiar so they could identify with Christ coming to be with us.  They would walk, sail, whatever away from the familiar, until they could turn back and not even recognize where they are.  And there they would set up “home” with new eyes.

The sacred became the boat they took, the experiences they faced, the raw wind on the jagged cliffs of Ireland, tossed by the sea, the soul friends they encountered along the way, the journey they traveled.  They paid attention to all these things, finding sacred in the common.

And my heart leaps.  And it all resonates deep inside of me.  And I want to be a Celt who follows Jesus.

However, I happen to be an American…not even of Irish descent!  But, what if, I paid attention?  What if I became courageous and could move into those moments of life where everything looks totally different than the thing that is most familiar?  What if I looked at church that way sometimes?  What if I paid attention to people, to common-every-day things?  And what if in the midst of paying attention (even in the mess) that meant I come to know Christ better? 

the journey has already begun.  the messes are bigger and more real than I expected.

as is the redemption.