Monday, March 28, 2011

Silent Slump

Isn't it quiet here lately? Guess not much inspires my creativity these day, so the blog and my Paint Shop Pro software lie dormant. Aside from a few scattered twinges of guilt for being unproductive, however, I'm astonishingly comfortable with my little vacation.

The reason for my lack of concern is that I know my break from writing and drawing is temporary. I've done this sort of thing before, but it's more noticeable now because I've been blogging so regularly. Maybe it's that regularity that sparks my desire to back away from producing. As fun as it was, I was feeling trapped in my self-imposed routine. But I know I'll return to both blogging and drawing because I always do!

Blogging, especially, opens my heart to whatever part of the cyber-world that chooses to read my offerings, and I need that outlet for my thoughts. Hopefully, my posts demonstrate something of God's grandeur, too. (If not, these posts are a complete waste of time, anyway.) I'm grateful that the Lord gives me a way to share His love and truth through the Internet, and I believe blogging (moreso than drawing) is my ministry. So I won't abandon the practice for very long. I can't.

See you soon!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

For The Boss

Both John and I feel great concern, both for non-Christians who frankly have no interest in the Lord to begin with, and for professing Christians who, though they may appear devout and are active in church, don't fully yield to His authority. We see even our friends live in unrepentant sin while they claim to love Him. And they defend their rebellion by appealing to the fact (which we accept) that He extends grace to all people.

The grace God has shown us as individuals and as a couple always pulls us into the awareness that we owe Him our very lives. We love and obey Him, not to earn His favor, but in gratitude that He has given us the ability to turn from sin to serve Him. Both of us long to see our loved ones, as well as the world at large, respond to God's grace by submitting to His Lordship.

This passion to see people realize Jesus as Lord (having ultimate authority) has inspired John to start a blog: Biblically Speaking--Who's The Boss? It covers basic theology, but with depth and practical application that helps people see the implications of really following Christ. Please take a look, first at John's blog, and then (more importantly) at the wonderful Lord.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Familiarity Breeds Success

Do any of you look at the blogs on my blogroll? I hope so! One, Odds and Ends: The Sequel, is very clever, and needs more followers (at this writing, I'm the only follower). The blogger artfully, and with gentle humor, takes every day experiences and finds Scriptural applications. I wish she blogged more often. Perhaps a larger following would encourage her to do so.

Two other blog posts I read today really got my cognitive juices pumping. First, I dream alot (not the full title), offered a post, Stick With What You Know, commenting on an artist's need to stay with familiar techniques in her paintings. It surprised me to see that philosophy applied to visual arts. Of course, it's the standard rule in writing, as the PBS American Masters profile on Louisa May Alcott last week reminded me. Indeed, as a writer I constantly confront that admonition. Seeing it applied to visual arts intrigued me, and surprised me. It also made sense.

That post was quite timely, actually. I'm beginning a portrait of my mom. She's elderly, but quite healthy; still, I'd like to do it while she's alive and able to enjoy it. Naturally, I'd like the finished product to both please and honor her. Actually, I'm more interested in this portrait pleasing her than I've ever been in pleasing the person I've painted! So this isn't an occasion for trying new things. I'll stay with what I know, focusing on drawing out Mom's beauty and strength.

Later today, I read On Being Frank, written by a Christian artist whom I knew back in California. Today's post, On Speaking To A Crowd About Art, narrated his experience this past weekend as a keynote speaker at the 3rd Annual Intersections Arts Conference in Folsom Ca.One of his tips was knowing your personality and employing it.


Again, using what you know to communicate. I sensed a theme coming at me. I believe I do blog about what I know, so perhaps the Lord is more encouraging me that I'm on the right track than reproving me. Or maybe He wanted me to simply pass the message on to my readers.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Poor Old Charlie

John sorted through a box of stuff today, beginning an effort to clear out the spare bedroom. He found a Sierra Club magazine from 1982 with an article I'd written about a river rafting trip for adults with disabilities on the Rogue River in Oregon in 1981 (yes, I took that trip). He also found a bag of Santa's Coal Bubble Gum that I'd given him a few Christmases ago, and three skirts that I'd thought I'd discarded (maybe I'll keep them after all).

His biggest find, however, was the CD I got him for Valentine's Day the first year we were married: The Kingston Trio's Greatest Hits. Since then, I've graduated him to the Beatles, Mowtown and Credence Clearwater Revival, though I think Jefferson Airplane and Janis Joplin would be too much of a leap for him. Anyway, our favorite music is Christian: Jonny Diaz, Chris Tomlin, Big Daddy Weave--that sort of thing. So the Kingston Trio got ignored until John found the CD today.

Of course, living in Boston and using public transportation as much as we do, our favorite Kingston Trio song has to be "Charlie And The MTA!" Fun song, which means even more because I know the places they mention. But anybody can appreciate its humor.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

And England Thinks...

For Americans, the story of the Revolution is obvious. The colonists considered themselves to be citizens of England, but they were subjected to oppressive taxes, their homes could be searched without warrant, and they had no representation in  Parliament. Every school child knows the basic story.

Well, not quite, sorry to say. Children in Britain don't even know that. This past summer, we struck up a conversation with a sweet couple from a town just outside London and their nine-year-old son while sharing a table with them at Quincy Market. We asked them what schools in England teach about the Revolution. Essentially, they ignore American history completely until the United States assisted England in World War I. We concluded, over their ice cream and our cannoli, that it was probably pretty embarrassing to admit that a bunch of rag-tag Colonists, with no formal military training, could defeat the highly organized army of the British Empire!

Thursday, at the panel discussion at Old South Meeting House (see this blog post), I was instantly intrigued by panelist David Wood, Curator of the Concord Museum, and his decidedly English accent. Miraculously, he digressed from the main issue of whether the war officially started in Lexington or Concord long enough to tell us that English high schools teach that it was a civil war. He told of childhood memories of reading DC comic books, and wondering why the advertisements showed Red Coats in America.

Apparently, England downplays (when they don't altogether ignore) the American Revolution. I guess I can understand their discomfort with the matter. Sometimes, history has a way of being rather inconvenient.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

18th Century Techie

Before Thursday's panel discussion, I browsed through a couple of exhibits at Old South Meeting House. One particularly amused me. It was John Hancock's portable writing desk.


Yes, it's significant because John Hancock was the first signer of the Declaration of Independence, and his penmanship had exaggerated flourish (he said he wanted King George III to take note). I should have looked on it with respect and awe. Instead, I pointed it out to John, giggling, "Look honey...Hancock's laptop!"

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Talk About Revolution!

This afternoon, the Massachusetts Historical Society held a panel discussion, "Where Did It Begin?' at Old South Meeting House in Boston. J.L. Bell, whose blog Boston 1775 is posted on my sidebar, moderated the debate on whether the Revolution (or, if you will, the Revolutionary War) began on Lexington Green where the first shot was fired, or Old North Bridge in Concord where blood was first spilled. Of course, the panel never reached a conclusion (who would expect them to?), but they did give insight into how various people viewed the tension between the Colonists and the British Militia. I concluded that, while I may know more about the Revolution than most of my friends, I know very little compared to seasoned historians. Isn't humility great?

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Back To Where We Were

Mainstream churches, back in the early 70s, generally preached a watered-down imitation of Christianity. Okay, I'll rephrase that statement. The mainstream churches my friends and I attended made serious theological compromises, elevating the more palatable ideas of Scripture and ignoring (if not blatantly denying) the uncomfortable ones. Jesus, having a unique connection to God which could perhaps verify His deity (though only as far as dutifully assenting to Chapter 2 of the Westminister Confession), came off as a little more than a social martyr, slightly higher in rank than Ghandi. His resurrection, I was taught, was more figurative than literal, unless I wanted it to be literal, and served mainly as a reminder to love others.

Going to church made me feel holy...whatever that word meant. It allowed for my flirtations with astrology, yoga and even Buddhist philosophy. Jesus, after all, was loving and tolerant.

For all that (perhaps because I'd made a vague connection between religion and morality), I believed hell existed. I didn't think many people would actually go there, other than Judas Iscariot, Hitler and Lee Harvey Oswald. Well, sometimes, I feared going there when I said a swear word. But my church never seemed to take hell seriously. Perhaps that's why they never seemed able to give a satisfactory explanation of why Jesus died on the cross, or what qualified Him to be called Savior. I was actually told that what I believed about God didn't matter, as long as I subscribed to some sort of religion. If not religion, spirituality of some sort. So questions of hell and salvation had little meaning. In essence, then, I grew up as a "Christian Universalist."

When I heard the gospel, and committed my life to the Lord, I did so out of deep conviction that 1) hell existed, 2) I deserved to be there and 3) Jesus died on the cross in my place so that I could go to heaven (read the full story here), I was deeply disturbed that few church-going people really believed Jesus claim that no one comes to God except through Him (John 14:6). As time progressed, however, liberal churches seemed less prevalent, and most people had an understanding that Christians (at least evangelical Christians) took the Bible seriously.

When the "Emerging Church" started, I paid little attention, though sometime around 1997 I came into contact with evangelicals who had liberal views on sexual morality. Then I noticed other compromises, particularly a disdain for doctrine. Doctrine, they said, destroyed Christian unity, and was therefore to be avoided. Love (the "tolerant" love of progressives that is decidedly intolerant of anything conservative) became the authoritative grid through which we interpret Scripture, and truth is subjective.

Now Rob Bell, a darling of the Emerging Church, has written a book declaring that hell is really more like purgatory, and that Jesus' death allows for universal salvation. Which leaves me wondering if the evangelical church has become the church of my childhood. I pray not.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Important....Just Irrelevant

Does it seem odd that, while this blog's title is essentially a play on words emanating from my need to type with a headstick, very few of my posts even mention disability? Of course I think about my disability, as well as John's. After all, it permeates so much of how we live. The implications reach into so many areas of daily life, and in ways people might not always consider.

Maybe posting more often about living with disability, with all it's consequences (negative and positive) would make for interesting reading. I'm not opposed to doing so, especially if such posts could encourage people or offer insight into disability. Who knows? I might even learn some things as I type! Sometimes, I've learned the most about how my disability affects me by talking or writing about it, almost as an exercise in self-discovery. So blogging about it offers the potential of learning more about myself.

Ah...but the "self" part is one reason I wouldn't like spending very much time writing on the topic. I've noticed a tendency in many physically disabled people--practically all of us, truthfully--to be self-focused. And it's understandable, since it takes so many friends, relatives, health-care professionals, personal care attendants, and an amazing array of other people to help us perform even simple tasks that most people do without thinking. We grow accustomed to life revolving around us, even to the point of feeling withdrawal symptoms when the attention shifts to others.

And I need to widen my view. Life isn't really about my disability. There are so many other, more interesting topics for discussion. Art.. History. Boston (always Boston, with its quirky stories and fabulous history and places that spark my imagination). And, best of all, the wonderful Lord Jesus! I don't want to ignore my disability, but compared to all the other topics I post, it's rather irrelevant. Don't you agree?

Friday, March 11, 2011

Looking For One Thing; Finding Something Better

I love times when, ostensibly, I'm looking for something, only to find a totally unrelated thing that satisfies me even more. I feel as if I've been given something extra. As if the Lord is saying, "I have a little surprise for you!" And today, He plopped one of those little surprises in my lap.

In an act of desperation, I joined Twitter today. Understand, please, that Twitter has never really held much attraction for me, since it doesn't seem as conversational as Facebook, and it's quite obviously not as deep as blogging. But I wanted fast, up-to-the-minute information, and Twitter seemed like my most likely option for obtaining it.

My family still lives in California, and I wanted Tweets from their local paper concerning the tsunami from Japan's earthquake. It's hard, at times like this, to be 3,000 miles away from those I love, unsure whether or not they're in any danger. I must admit, the Tweets helped me keep on top of today's events.

Once I found that the crisis passed without incident in their county (praise God), I began typing various phrases into Twitter's search box. I found a woman with Cerebral Palsy who has an interesting blog. I feel as if I found a buried treasure! Maybe, in a convoluted way, Twitter will lead me to some really interesting blogs...and satisfying friendships.

If you use Twitter, find me @headstickdeb.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

An Uncomfortable Truth

This post is not directly about Rob Bell, mostly because I'm only just now learning about him. But several blogs have been about him this past week, and reading them has compelled me to write today's post, The controversy over Rob Bell's book, Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell And The Fate Of Every Person Who Ever Lived has, if nothing else, pointed out that present day Christians lack teaching on the doctrine of hell.

Pulpits are strangely silent on the matter. I understand that silence, as I went through most of the 90s (and perhaps the latter part of the 80s) just barely acknowledging hell's existence and ignoring it as much as possible.

Sometime back in the 70s, I watched a movie on TV that probably contributed to my reluctance to mention, or even think about hell. One of the characters, a distasteful old man, sat in his rocking chair and read his Bible with obvious engagement. When he reached a passage about God sending sinners to hell, he cheered, "Git 'em, Lord!" His glee left a pit in my stomach. The thought of anyone going to hell should cause Christians to weep, not to celebrate! I have to wonder, these 40 years later, if my fear of being like that self-righteous television character contributed to my unwillingness to deal with hell.

Well, that and having loved ones who, at the time I write this post, refuse to accept Jesus.

Clearly, however, other evangelicals have also downplayed the doctrine of hell. One church I attended went for several years (by the pastor's own admission) without mentioning anything about it. He could preach about Jesus saving us from sin, certainly, but not about the eternal consequences of failing to give our lives to Jesus. And I am pretty sure that my pastor was typical of most evangelical pastors in his avoidance of the topic. After all, it's nasty and messy.

But Jesus never avoided the subject of hell. In fact, He taught about it at least as much, if not more, than He taught about heaven.  He taught that more people would go there than would go to heaven (Matt. 7:13-14), that it was a place of torment (Luke 16:23-24) and that its duration is eternal (Mark 9:42-48, Matt. 25:41). If we write these passages off as antiquated superstition, are we not essentially saying that God the Son, the Second Person of the Trinity, didn't know what He was talking about? Or worse: that He deliberately lied?

As much as I want to recoil from the doctrine of hell, doing so necessitates that I ultimately call Jesus' very nature as God Incarnate into question. If He's truly Lord, then I'm required to accept all His teachings, regardless of how I feel about them. Further, I must tell others that He shed His blood as an atonement for their sin, thereby offering eternal life to those who believe in Him.


For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)

Monday, March 7, 2011

Refuge, Sanctuary and Treasure

Yesterday was one of those completely amazing days. If you're a Christian, you know precisely what I mean: Those glorious days when the Lord speaks so clearly that He startles you with His precision. I love those days! I love knowing that the Lord uses the preaching of His Word, my personal time in Scripture and great hymns to let me know what His perspective is.

Pastor D., of course, usually preaches outstanding sermons anyway, so I consider it pretty much a given that the Holy Spirit will speak to me through him. He and Pastor L. have been preaching through Joshua for quite a while, which is fun because I studied it in a women's Bible study in the 80's, my pastor in Memphis went through it in 1997, and I studied it for myself three or four years ago. The book is a history of Joshua leading Israel into the Promised Land, but that very real history also provides an analogy that demonstrates how to live a victorious Christian life. I have learned, by experience, that it's impossible to look at this book without hearing from the Lord.

The sermon yesterday dealt with Joshua 20:1-6:

 1 The LORD also spoke to Joshua, saying, 2 “Speak to the children of Israel, saying: ‘Appoint for yourselves cities of refuge, of which I spoke to you through Moses, 3 that the slayer who kills a person accidentally or unintentionally may flee there; and they shall be your refuge from the avenger of blood. 4 And when he flees to one of those cities, and stands at the entrance of the gate of the city, and declares his case in the hearing of the elders of that city, they shall take him into the city as one of them, and give him a place, that he may dwell among them. 5 Then if the avenger of blood pursues him, they shall not deliver the slayer into his hand, because he struck his neighbor unintentionally, but did not hate him beforehand. 6 And he shall dwell in that city until he stands before the congregation for judgment, and until the death of the one who is high priest in those days. Then the slayer may return and come to his own city and his own house, to the city from which he fled.’”

Pastor D. explained that, in that time, crimes were avenged by the victim's male relatives. But in cases when a killing was unintentional, the slayer could go to to a designated city until the elders could try him. Present day "avengers" include God's law, our own consciences and both the temporal and eternal consequences of sin. We can find our city of refuge by following Scripture. In short, Jesus Himself is our refuge because He shed His blood to atone for the sin we commit.

I'm so grateful to find refuge in Jesus! I know, better than anyone except God (who knows better than I do) how truly vile I am. But I also know how eagerly Jesus defends me, protecting me from my own sin, and even transforming me to be like Him! How can I wrap mere words around the assurance of safety yesterday's sermon helped me find in Him? It's much more secure than a feeling (feelings are often deceptive anyway). Jesus is my Sanctuary, always reassuring me that I belong to Him.

After coming home and having lunch, I opened my Bible to Genesis 13:1-4 and read:

1 Then Abram went up from Egypt, he and his wife and all that he had, and Lot with him, to the South.[a] 2 Abram was very rich in livestock, in silver, and in gold. 3 And he went on his journey from the South as far as Bethel, to the place where his tent had been at the beginning, between Bethel and Ai, 4 to the place of the altar which he had made there at first. And there Abram called on the name of the LORD.

I wrote these notes in my journal:

Gen. 13:1-4 --Abram, now with greater material riches, returned to Canaan, and to the altar he'd made. Could this return signify a return to the Lord? He cried out to Him here. Had he sinned by going to Egypt?

Straying into sin brought temporal gain, but much heartache. He returned to his last meeting place with God, as if seeking true security. What a commentary on the emptiness of sin's treasures! Better still, what an acknowledgment that the Lord is our true treasure!
 In a manner of speaking, though I failed to make the connection until hours later, Abram found refuge in God. Genesis 12 states that Abram had gone to Egypt, not in response to the Lord's direction, but to escape famine. In his cowardice, he passed Sarai off as his sister to avoid being killed by a man who wanted her. Actually, Pharaoh did want her, so while Abram busied himself acquiring great wealth, Pharaoh sought to acquire Sarai. The Lord intervened by plaguing the royal household and revealing that Sarai was Abram's wife, causing Pharaoh to expel them, with their acquisitions, from Egypt.

Where did Abram go? Back to Canaan, where he had seen famine. Why didn't he keep going through Africa? Because He remembered God, and knew refuge could only be found in Him. God was His sanctuary, not his wealth, and he ran straight to Him! From this episode, the Lord showed me that I can run back to him in repentance, realizing that nothing I could possibly gain from the world has the ability to offer me anything close to the riches I have in Christ.

Later yesterday afternoon, I went to YouTube and played videos of songs we'd sung in church that morning. As I listened to "Be Thou My Vision," my mind went back to Jesus as my refuge, my sanctuary and my treasure.


Friday, March 4, 2011

It's The Thought That Counts

People laughed at Jimmy Carter's infamous (and perhaps ill-advised) Playboy interview in 1976, when he confessed to "committing adultery in his heart." I didn't. I disagreed with him on many issues, and I still wish Gerald Ford had won that election, but I admired Carter for at least taking Christ's words in Matthew 5:28 seriously:

But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

 Carter understood that principle. While other people saw his faithfulness to his wife and his piety as a Sunday School teacher, the Holy Spirit thoroughly knew his heart. More people, including professing Christians, desperately need that attitude! Not just in the context of sexual lust, but in all our attitudes that we think we've hidden. We may not physically murder that person who cuts us off on the highway, but what are we muttering under our breath? According to Jesus in Matthew 5:21-23, we've just positioned ourselves to be judged as murderers.

Our words and thoughts matter as much to the Lord as our actions. I struggle to keep my thoughts pure, and I depend on the Lord to help me keep my mind focused on His values, interests and priorities. Memorizing Scripture has helped me in this battle, as has blogging and posting godly thoughts on Facebook. I want my words and my thoughts to honor Him.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
         Be acceptable in Your sight,
         O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer. ~~Psalm 19:14

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Facebook's Crimes of Happiness

Two local Boston TV stations, just recently, have aired stories alleging that Facebook makes people miserable. First, on February 21, WBZ ran Paula Ebben's story, Study: Reading About Facebook Friends' Lives Can Cause Sadness. It's not till over half-way through the piece, mind you, that Ebben says anything about studies, and then all she states is, "Several studies suggest that the virtual world may leave many of us feeling more isolated, and even sad."

In her report, Ebben interviews a blogger who despises social networks and a psychologist, both of whom assert that Status Updates and photos project happy images that make readers feel as if they're missing out on life. In other words, if I post that John is a wonderful husband, I make my single friends miserable. Ebben nowhere says who authored these studies. She was too busy browbeating posters who (gasp!) make positive statements on our Facebook pages.

Then last night Elizabeth Hopkins of Fox25 Boston did a story very similar to Ebben's, entitled, Facebook: Our Happiness Billboard. Hopkins doesn't mention any studies, but she interviews a social editor from the Boston Globe, a college student and (for extra credibility) a psychologist, all telling stories of people feeling excluded as they read about parties, bonfires or weddings that they've missed. (Sorry, but when you choose to go away to college, you will miss the bonfires back home!) Hopkins also emphasizes that too many cheerful Status Updates make people feel cheated.

There may be some merit to these stories, but I have a few caveats to add. Obviously, I'm perturbed that no actual studies were identified. My journalism teachers in college would have required me to name at least one of the studies. I mean, it's not as if those who author such studies would be placed in personal jeopardy if these studies were cited. Although, it's amusing to picture Zuckberg flying into a room full of psychologists and sociologists to exact revenge on them. Ebben's vague references to "several studies" struck me as being sloppy at best.

Further, Hopkins' forlorn college freshman should have, in my opinion, been grateful that Facebook allowed her to see photos of the bonfire back home. In truth, she's included, not excluded, from her friends back home. I will agree with the Boston Globe editor that seeing photos of a party one was not invited to attend is hurtful. On the whole, however, Romans 12:15 tells us to rejoice with those who rejoice, not to seethe with envy.

I'd also point out that my friends, for the most part, are very real in what they post on Facebook. They do, certainly, post about happy marriages, joyful birth announcements, accomplishments in school and fun parties. But they also post about family deaths, illnesses, frustrations and disappointments. Generally, there's an honest balance. Of course, I gravitate to churches and people who are real about their lives anyway, and it's natural for them to share both victories and defeats.

Finally, I try to post positive Updates because I spent too many years in negativity and self-pity. Joy is a discipline, and one I need to deliberately practice. I don't mean to flaunt my blessings, but I do want to point to God's goodness. I pray I can do so with sensitivity. But not with apology!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

When God Calls

In the first five verses of Genesis 12, the Lord teaches some powerful principles on what it means to be a Christian. Let me quote the passage, and then show you the notes I made on it today:

1 Now the LORD had said to Abram:

      “Get out of your country,
      From your family
      And from your father’s house,
      To a land that I will show you.
 2 I will make you a great nation;
      I will bless you
      And make your name great;
      And you shall be a blessing.
 3 I will bless those who bless you,
      And I will curse him who curses you;
      And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”
4 So Abram departed as the LORD had spoken to him, and Lot went with him. And Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. 5 Then Abram took Sarai his wife and Lot his brother’s son, and all their possessions that they had gathered, and the people whom they had acquired in Haran, and they departed to go to the land of Canaan. So they came to the land of Canaan.

Genesis 12:1 --The Lord called Abram away from his family. As with Noah, God was making a separation. And Jesus calls us to separate for His sake:

Luk 14:26 "If anyone comes to Me and does not hate his father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and his own life also, he cannot be My disciple.


We cannot follow God and hang on to earthly affections. To step in to the inheritance God had for him, Abram had to leave his country, his family, and all he had. Interesting to read this in tandem with 1 Peter.

Genesis 12:2-5 --God gives Abram the initial promise of blessing, and of being a great nation. He gave no reason for choosing Abram. In verse 4, we see Abram's trust and obedience. He took his wife, his nephew and his servants, and (at age 75) went to Canaan.

His faith is shown by his obedience. I say I believe, but do I behave as one who trusts God? Will I choose His will, even if that choice violates the desires of those around me?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Say It With Status Updates? But I Want More

Don't start any rumors that I'm leaving Facebook. They wouldn't be entirely true. But is is true that I'm gravitating more toward blogging as my social network of choice.

I've had a few good discussions on Facebook, but not many. People tend to keep conversations on a surface level, avoiding religion and politics. Well, good...they're following Emily Post's advice, as I pretty much do at family functions. But for many, social networks are daily interactions, not occasional gatherings. Sooner or later, it's actually appropriate to deepen conversations. Yet, the prevailing attitude is: "Facebook isn't the venue for that sort of dialogue."

Okay. But blogs are a perfect venue for deeper conversation. So, in addition to posting more regularly on my own blog, I'm beginning to read more blogs, and comment more on them. It's more effort, of course, but the escalated effort increases the satisfaction. So, while I may still "friend" people and "like" their status updates, my new home is among my fellow bloggers. And I'm happy!

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