What is this post about?

I want to do this post a little differently then the others. I've written out an article on a certain topic. I eliminated any words that would automatically reveal what I'm talking about. Essentially, this is an ambiguous post. Your job is to figure out what the topic is. Comment and tell me what you think. Here it goes...

When I consider that great beast, I wonder who could have composed it! What wrong ideals, brought forth from laziness and inexperience, could be forced upon a creature who needs no prodding in such a matter.

Sadly, these ideals are not ones of merit whether good or bad. For they are the ideals of no-ideals. Yes! It is a lack of teaching; a lack of care which is our problem. This does not take away the reality of sin. Sin is at the heart of the matter (namely pride). But it does reveal a great responsibility for the latter party. Not just the responsibility of preventing trouble but also the responsibility of creating a higher standard.

Where one starts, or, whether or not one can even begin to imagine taming a sin-infected being are very good questions. Both have, I’m sure, been considered by many a struggling person. The answer is quite simple. The true beginning, after everything is torn away, is with the heart of the struggling one in question. Have they committed to something higher then themselves and their earthly achievements? For earthly achievement can only take the passion for teaching and reproof away. Instead of focusing on those poor impressionable creatures, the latter become consumed in what needs to be done for earthly comfort. They must, instead, determine to abstain from earthly obsessions for the sake of a mannerly and moral, future generation. This determination can only come from their very depths: the heart.

Though abstaining is a worthy and noble cause, the process can not be left merely to that great defensive tactic. One must then bring himself to act offensively. Fill that great void with a very noble thing: Simply, the armor of God. With truth and its example, one can only prepare to end victorious. With righteousness and its example, one’s pure motives before God along with that wonderful gift, prayer, will leave the person joyful and ahead in the race. But don’t let me forget that most powerful article of war, faith, which God has given to us for the ultimate victory. Without it one can’t even hope to get through the gates of heaven. Through it one can endure those difficult times where teaching and reproof are dire but least used.

Though many more things could be said on this topic—hundreds of books have been written on it—I believe I should end this writing now. It is enough to contemplate for years to come. So spend some time turning over how you will act when your time comes.

Midnight Babbling

It is approximately 10:36 in the evening. The windows are open allowing cool air and the sound of crickets into my room. A fan blows in the distance: a long ten foot walk made even longer by the darkness that surrounds me. A combination of such circumstances brought me to this point of desperation. I need to write.

Step one in the writing process worked itself out evidenced by my presence at the computer. Man, it feels good. I haven’t written in a long time and my fingers have only itched more for this key pad the longer I’ve been away from it. But step two still awaits my attention. I don’t know what to write.

Though it may be an act of sin on my part, I could continue to produce nonsense. This fun use of literary talent requires no form of forethought. As a result, I might say something I would regret later. The alternative, though more tactful and skillful, is quickly becoming less attractive. I don’t have the patience or brain power for it, an excuse not exclusive to this particular hour.

I believe I have convinced myself to continue with meaningless words. It is easier, will satisfy my itchy fingers, and will get me into my warm soft bed much faster. Whether or not it will successfully draw you in and capture your attention is up to you and the length of your patience. As I see it, you won’t last this next paragraph.

While you have been reading this short post according to your reader’s clock, my writer’s clock has been ticking away. It is now 12:08 and I seem no closer to sleep then I was two hours ago. My unshaven beard hangs on my itching skin, sleep pulls at my eyelids willing them to shut completely, and yet my restless leg jumps around under this sad cluttered desk. To put it bluntly, I’m a mess. But you role your eyes looking at your watch which indicates one minute has been wasted. A minute you will never get back. I can’t do anything about that, however.

My decision to write this sad post and your decision to read what I have written are two entirely different matters. Mine is a result of dedication to writing and an inability to go to sleep, while yours is nothing more then simple boredom. Both are unintentional and yet totally inevitable. As some would say it, we both are a victim of God’s providence. But that is how it should be. We do what we do according to God’s ultimate plans.

Normally I would conclude my post with some over arching point. You might even think I have somehow attained one in the midst of this slosh of words. It would probably have something to do with God’s providence able to reveal itself in the kind of chaos that you and I create in our reader/writer relationship. Though that is an interesting and true idea, it does not apply right now. Yes, God providence does govern over chaotic times, but no, that is not my point. This post has strictly been nonsense. There are no hidden messages; no secret codes. This is just a tired, restless writer humoring his unintentional impulses gladly excepting that God intended it to be.

Good night.