Remember helping kids with art projects? I was always saying, “Less is more.” I’d do well to remember that when attempting to write a one-minute blog.
This week I’ve had a mishmash of thoughts, and yesterday I foolishly tried to encapsulate them into 300 words. That just wasn’t enough. So today—another stab at it:
I wanted to say… too many people’s main conversation is a regurgitation of what they saw on TV last night.
I wanted to say… those of us who don’t parrot trendy media quotes feel awkward—which is ironic, since we’re the ones who are …reading…
I wanted to say… going to museums and galleries doesn’t make you impressive. It makes you broke.
I wanted to say… everybody owns high-tech information-gathering equipment, but the pool of thought is coming from a narrow trough.
I wanted to say… the Bible has roughly 775,000 words. And it’s living and active. Why do people discuss so few of them?
I wanted to say… groups in every venue tend to have a hierarchy of established protocols, limiting discussion and growth for both ends of the spectrum.
I wanted to say… the current trend is away from more discernment, growing marriages, and a maturing younger generation.
I wanted to say… what is the appeal of watching murders, dating, and brawls?
I wanted to say… we’re simple people—we long for the day when we didn’t have to get professional haircuts, and it was okay to wear Grandma’s brooch on a white blouse.
I wanted to say… having learned how to fit into proper society has (to my shame) occasionally caused me to skip a beat in loving my fellow bumpkins.
I wanted to say… I march to the beat of a different drummer. And I get choked up every time I think about those who don’t care for my beat—and avoid me.
I wanted to say… we’re all—each of us—like a multi-layered pearl, but created in the image of God; sinners in need of the Savior.
I wanted to say… Can’t we all just get along?