A bunch of the bloggers I follow like to inform their loyal readership whenever they are taking a break from writing. I assume they do this because they don’t want their loyalists to panic when they don’t get their daily fix of wisdom…or opinion.
So I took a week off of blogging the past seven days. I’m pretty sure nobody noticed.
Tonight, I recuperated from a long, ridiculous week by watching some college baseball, some Spurs-Heat, and catching up on what some of my favorite…and not-so favorite bloggers have been writing lately.
I follow about 125 online writers who post regularly. They represent a wide variety of theological, political, cultural and relational positions. Far left…far right…and most spots in between. I try to follow people who are reasonable and thoughtful in their positions, except for a few extremists on both ends.
It’s amazing how much influence the extremists have on each side of the middle. Lots of loyal sheep.
I’m working hard not to be a goat.
While reading tonight, I realized why I go through spells where words are hard to find. It seems like it’s all been written.
Pick a topic. Any topic. And somebody…multiple somebodies…have already written their opinions. Bowe Bergdahl. Donald Sterling. Lebron. Any and all things Obama. Same sex marriage. Fake pot. Real pot. Church leadership stupidity. Inerrancy of the Bible. Tragic automobile accidents. Predestination. Poverty. The economy. The border. Guns. Boxcutters. Jack Bauer.
Opinions. Opinions. Opinions. And you know what they say about opinions.
Tonight my brain is tired from reading. My heart is weary from processing opinions. My hope for a better world is discouraged. My belief that being a follower of Christ is all about thinking and acting and metaphorically writing like Jesus has taken a shot. I feel a little empty.
I have nothing to add to the discussion.
My opinions are not needed right now.