I’m Kind of A Douche Bag Part IV

I began these posts about a year or so ago. You know, the more I write these the more I wonder about myself.

Okay, so if you are the three readers of this blog, you’ve noticed that I’ve been MIA when it comes to blogging. Here’s why. I was told by a friend that my blog posts were very biased and divisive, bordering on offensive. Specifically these two blogs here and here. We talked about how the posts may give off an “us against them mentality” (i.e. that church is dumb for thinking or doing that, and we don’t do it so my church is okay), and also could show a division in the church to a “non-believer” who already thinks that the church can’t agree on anything so why would they want to be a part of it?

So I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been really struggling with this. Am I ruining the idea of evangelism with my little corner of the blogosphere? Am I dividing the church? I’ve come to two conclusions on this:

1. I am sorry to my friend for offending him/her. I am sorry that my posts seem to have a “we’re right, you’re wrong” tone to them. I am sorry if you feel that I have attacked your church personally.

2. When I post these things, I am not trying to hurt the church in any way. In fact, these questions are meant to make us think. How do you feel about what you are reading? I don’t mean to write with the intent to hurt another person or church. I write with my own thoughts and my own context.

Again, I apologize to my friend. I apologize for hurting him. However, I don’t apologize for questioning methods or the way things happen within todays Christendom. This idea of questioning has been going on for centuries. Look at Bonhoeffer, Kierkegaard, The Desert Fathers, Luther – dare I say Jesus – amongst the many. They questioned the church and it’s actions. They made the church think about its actions and continue to make them think today. If we stop questioning then it’s time die. Therefore, this blog lives on.

 Again, I’m kind of a d-bag. Sorry. With that being said, Blog On My Friends.

I Think I’m Getting Old…

I yell at kids who have no regard for other people. I hate people who don’t “follow the rules”. I laugh when I think about the good old days. I’ve been out of high school for 15 years. I have a mortgage payment, 2 cars, and a kid…and we talk about upgrading to a bigger house. I get mad on the Fourth of July when people throw their garbage from their fireworks in my dumpster. I wake up at 6:30 a.m. with ease. I take naps. I watch the news. My hair is turning gray. I don’t like a lot of the new music that comes out these days. I have a 401k (now a 200.5k). Two Words: crows feet. I refer to people as “My _____” (i.e. my lawyer, my real estate agent, my whatever-it-is-that-I-pay-them-to-do).  I hurt myself and don’t recover as quickly as I used to. If I stay up past midnight, I’m usually a wreck the next day. If I drink more than two glasses of wine, I feel sick. I drink wine. I miss all of the bad things I used to do, but I don’t do it because my body probably can’t handle it.

yeah. I’m getting old.