Counting on Inertia.

Hi. It’s been rather a long time, hasn’t it? Sometimes I think about all I could be doing (writing, reading, investigating, learning, helping) and, instead of doing it, I gather myself up into a tight, little ball of feigned ignorance. But that’s human nature, I think: we pretend not to know a great many things that are true. No matter how little attention we choose to pay, people will continue to starve, to hurt, to drain themselves dry of life while in search of, well, Life.

I feel I am standing at the edge of a precipice overlooking my junior year of college. Below me lies a panoply of potential. I call it potential because much of what could be this semester depends on my ability to take a deep breath and jump from the precipice, allowing God to break my fall. I’m starting to think that if I want to follow the Lord, I am going to have to walk. Go figure.

So many metaphors.

This post is actually about making a post. It’s about admitting that I haven’t made a blog entry in two months. So here I am, I’ve started and I intend to continue.