Blogging is a pastime for many, even a livelihood for a few. For some, it becomes an obsession. Such bloggers often feel compelled to write several times daily and feel anxious if they don't keep up. As they spend more time hunkered over their computers, they neglect family, friends and jobs. They blog at home, at work and on the road.
Is it all just blathering into the ether?
A few blogs have thousands of readers, but never have so many people written so much to be read by so few. By Jupiter Research's estimate, only 4 percent of online users read blogs.
The article goes on to describe several bloggers’ nearly all-consuming obsession with their blogs, to the expense of jobs, relationships and the real world. Maybe Christian bloggers are different — let’s hope so! — but I don’t really sense that obsession. When family, job and real life makes demands, the blog goes on idle.
What do you guys think? Are the bloggers you read addicted to their blogs?
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts has seen the writing on its lower profits and has announced that it is going to make a low-carb doughnut. Perish the thought. Wonder if they'll still have that delicate, melt-in-your-mouth texture, that slight crunch as you bite through the sugar glaze. Alas, probably not.
That's the trouble with every diet fad. Food manufacturers jump to give people some ersatz version of a "forbidden" food so that it can be consumed to excess without guilt. Meh.
I think of Julia Child's words in her introduction to "The Way to Cook" (Knopf, 1989):
When it’s been “one of those days,” when I’ve been cranking out the work without a break and it seems like I can’t wring one more word out of my arid mind, I surf blogs for refreshment, not argument. When one more lively debate threatens to send me into stress overload, I look for blogs that are places of rest. These are some of my favorites:
You may notice that most of these are written by women. That was unintentional. I honestly chose them because I relate to these people on some level, and they give me a cool drink on a hot day. Maybe it has to do with communication style. If you have some favorite places of rest in the blogosphere, please share them in the comments below.
There are times when we go somewhere, hoping to be a blessing to people, then we are the ones who are blessed. Last night was such a time.
I'd gone to the funeral home visitation for a 90-year-old gentleman who'd been a member of my church. One of his daughter had been a good friend and neighbor some 12 years ago. We see each other rarely, but each time it's as if we manage to pick up easily where we left off.
At funerals, someone always comments that it's too bad it takes a sad event like a loved one's death to bring people together. It's true. I saw a couple of people whom I haven't spoken with in ages.
The first was a former member of my church, who now attends a PC(USA) church in another suburb. I really wanted to pick his brain about his church because I am curious about their contemporary service. He gave me a lot of good information, as well as encouragement as we begin to re-work our contemporary service when it moves to Sunday. He stays plugged in to news at his old church, so I didn't have to say much to bring him up to speed. I know I'll be visiting his church sometime this summer to see for myself, so it will be great to see a familiar face.
The other blessing came from the brother of another good friend and former neighbor. He too is a former member of my church, who now attends Kensington Community Church, a megachurch in my area. He took me aside partly to say that he'd read my testimony on my church Web site, and that it blessed him. But mostly he wanted to share his big news -- he and his wife will be packing up soon and leaving for South Africa as missionaries! Now, you want to talk about how the Holy Spirit changes lives -- here's a perfect example. I couldn't help thinking of those words from "Shout to the Lord" -- "I sing for joy at the work of Thy hands." What better work of God's hands do we have to praise Him for than the way He transforms a human heart? Wow.
So please, remember Bill and Anne in your prayers as they begin this exciting adventure in the Lord.
Bene Diction links to a survey that asks how much Christians are living out the teachings of Jesus. The questions are probing, and you may gain some insights into just how seriously you take your faith. Take a few minutes to answer his questions, would you?
Here’s CNN’s take on the presidential tumble. After detailing his injuries, the article goes on to reiterate every awkward mishap Bush has suffered since he entered the White House (remember the pretzel incident?)
He’s the leader of the world’s only superpower. I guess that makes him fair game for cheap shots about his physical grace. But how many of us could stand up to having every move analyzed?
I can see it now: “[Insert prestigious title here] Lee Anne Millinger stubbed her toe again today while walking through her suburban Detroit home. This is only two weeks after she barked her shin again on her daughter’s bed while putting away the laundry. Last March she cut herself with a kitchen implement, requiring stitches. And the April before that she required stitches again after an accident with a small garden trowel.” (Dates are approximations. In truth, they were years ago.)
Jared of Mysterium Tremendum writes about an awesome worship experience this weekend at his church. He really nails what I am trying to get across in my last message and the one coming up on Saturday.
“There is nothing in the world like corporate worship, and I am sad that so many believers miss out on it, willingly or not. You can get preaching lots of places without ever setting foot in a church — on TV, on radio, in books, on the Internet, on CD or cassette tape, maybe even on the street corner. But there's no way to experience the closest thing we have to worshipping God like the angels do, like we will someday in Paradise, unless you get with a worshipping Body. It was just a moving experience to experience the closeness of the Lord and to tell Him how incredible He is.”
Last night Amy's choir at school performed in their pop concert. The choirs do a couple of songs, then there are several solos. The kids have to audition, and they are voted on by their peers. This year, Amy worked up a song with one of her guitarist friends, and was rated 3rd in the voting. She was so proud. She sang "You Were Meant for Me" by Jewel. I know I'm her mom, but I think she sounded great! But as a typical mom, I have to say this: the little "London mod" style cap looked cute, but I just couldn't see her face. It was all cap, microphone, and a really big voice. I know. I'm old-fashioned. Sue me.
This is the third straight day of heavy thunderstorms in the Detroit area. One is rolling through outside my window right now. If I know Ken, he's watching from our garage. Friday's storm was creepy; the sky turned the color of split pea soup. I was in one of the Ford office buildings in Dearborn. The building manager came on the PA system and warned everyone to get in the stair wells and inside corridors until the storm passed. Then there were designated floor captains who made sure we did just that. Our meeting was put on hold for about 20 minutes until the storm passed. Some people at church lost their power and have flooded basements. So far, we are dry in the Millinger house.