For six weeks I’ve been a part of a house church. Some of us call it “The Experiment.” I like that name because that’s what it feels like to me. For the past six weeks I’ve wanted to allow significant time to writing about our church. If I tried to count the number of times that I sat, staring at a blank screen, hoping that words would form coherently in my mind, I might need to borrow a few hands. I want to write; I want to have something to look back on a month, year, or decade from now.
I think that one of the reasons that I cant seem to put words to a page is because I get stuck trying to type out background information. There is a things that have led us to this place. There are always reasons. Some good, some bad. Trying to document them has offered me a hope that I might be able to remember the good without dwelling on the bad.
So, why are you here? What’s your expectation? My hope is to use this blog to write about some of the things that are going on with our church. I’d like to have some guest writers. I’ll use pseudo names for most people, unless they’ve offered their permission. We’ll that’s a start, I guess.
peace
this is good. let me offer two reasons why i think it’s hard to write sometimes.
1. you stare at a blank screen expecting it to come to you. you need to start writing and go find it. then go back and take out the stuff that was part of the search of finding “it,” and then edit “it.”
2. talk on it with others. a big part of finding it is talking about it.
why am i here? because this all feels right.