So I’ve decided to start a blog. I must admit, this is an entirely new endeavor for me. I have never been much of a writer, neither in school as a young man, or in my adult life. It seems odd to me that I would start now. I wish I could give a reason why I suddenly feel so compelled to do this, but I’m afraid all I have are a multitude of impressions that add up to a need. It’s rather odd really.
At first glance, one might think my intention is to write about my thoughts as I go through a life changing experience. That is most certainly true, but why? I have never been the type of person to need to chronicle anything. I am not big on pictures, I have never kept a diary and the only photo albums in my house were put together by my wife over ten years ago. I am not in any way an archivist. I’m more of an “in the moment” kind of guy.
Maybe I want to share this experience with others to help them if they feel a call to a religious vocation, be it a priest, deacon, nun or monk. Well, sure, why not. I suppose that is true, but I could hardly desire to post every week for someone who just might be interested. It seems a bit over overkill for a very light return.
Is my ministry confined to my parish? Not really, so I suppose that I hope I can reach more people with the message of Christ’s love through the internet. Yes, but that does make the assumption people would actually be interested in reading what I have to say. Honestly, I’m not all that interesting, so I doubt I am creating the next “mega-blog”.
In short, all these are good reasons, but I just feel like it’s something I should do.
Wait! I think I have figured it out. My mother suggested it, and I, of course, obey my mother at all times. (Unless my wife orders me to do something else!)