Let Me Just Put Down This Here Crack Pipe...
Look, if you wanna ride off into the sunset in a blaze of glory after bidding all of this a grand faretheewell, okay. I can understand anyone having other priorities that have nothing to do with blogging.
But then to come back a scant two weeks later and pass random judgments on folk is kind of rude. Now, I know bloggers aren't a family, per se. (I found this out when I asked Bill Hobbs for the keys to his car. "I'm not your dad!" he said. Which is good, because if he were my dad he would have fathered me when he was like 5 or something.) But we're like a family in that you can criticise from the inside but if you're not part of the group then you can just take your hatin' elsewhere. Yes, I just said "hatin'." I'm officially two shades too pale and 10 years too old to do so comfortably, but it's late.
I'm a Christian. In case you didn't know. (There are some people who maybe don't know. Maybe.) So when I read things like this, I get a bit hot under the collar.
I wish professing Christians would spend the same energy reading and studying God's Word as they do worrying about what to Tivo or how good the latest book or sitcom is!
Odds are that Brother Dan is not addressing me, specifically. But seeing as how I'm a professed Christian who talks on her blog about her TiVo and the books she reads, I infer that perhaps I am one of these folk whose personal walk with Christ isn't just now receiving the Brother Dan Seal Of Approval®.
Here's the thing. I've been in this deal with the big guy for around 32 years now. He and I know each other pretty well. He left me a huge stack of instructional notes and anecdotes along with a 24-hour toll-free number at which I can reach Him for clarification. I've read through those memos plenty of times now. I've got several versions of them, including one that is never more than 18 inches away from me when I'm at my desk, so I can periodically leaf through it. I have chunks of those memos memorised (engraved upon my heart, as the Deuteronomist instructed). Some of those words include things like "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." That "Gospel" is the good news that Christ has been offered as a remissions for sins and stands as our High Priest before the throne of the most high.
I was not told to go me into all the world to tell people they shouldn't have a beer after mowing the lawn. I was not told to go me into all the world to tell people to stay out of movie houses, bowling alleys and high school dances. So as I sit here and make connections with a small part of the world via my blog I'm going to talk about what we have in common. In this case that involves what we TiVo and what books we like to read. I think most of the folks around here who know me know that I'm a Christian. I don't think they think any less of my Christianity because I read Stephen King, Harry Potter and Dan Brown. I could be wrong. But I doubt it. Besides, it's not my Christianity I want people to see. It's my relationship with Jesus. One that is so tight that it isn't threatened by a random joke on Last Comic Standing, a beach read or a popcorn movie.