"A sophistical rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity, and gifted with an egotistical imagination that can at all times command an interminable and inconsistent series of arguments to malign an opponent and to glorify himself." -Benjamin Disreali's wonderful description of rival William Gladstone.
Blogs can become the very egotistical idols that the above quote perfectly exposes. The very thought that anyone would want to or need to, hear anything from us; is on a certain level, born of pride or insecurity.
One wonders, if he doesn't bark...who will ever feed him?
That is very revealing and it exposes the deep brokenness or dysfunction at play within the tortured blogging soul. I am sure bloggers represent the cream of the crop of undernurtured babies who got bottles instead of boobies....and we are still craving the soothing cradle of mommie's-baby talk...ie. the comment section of blogs.
In fact, the very act of preaching, teaching, writing, poetry, the arts, acting on and on...at some levels exposes us needy artistic cats, who are always careening at cultures heals, for a pet and a stroke.
It's all so painfully psychosomatic....and yet, God, truth, community, revelation, comfort, escape, healing, awakening, conviction, transformation, life, death and a host of other seeds of experience get sown.
In the end...its all so very conflicted...but blood covers it all.
In that, I have to rest.
(Props to my father in law for always using part of the above quote, which is where I first heard of it)