Not to say that we don't have those who could fit the job description, we do, it's just that I'm the only one who will admit to it. I figure I've already become a writer who will eventually have embarrassing things out there, so I might as well step up to the plate and take a blow for the family.
I like the freedom of exploring new things, be it a new story, researching a subject (currently working on the ins and outs of the corrections business), or the grooming habits of the Sasquatch.
Okay, the last isn't exactly on my list of new things. My family knows I like odd shows. Truckers, boats, and trains in the icy north, the joys of living in isolated mountain regions, 'Finding Bigfoot', 'River Monsters', and the occasional gem–like the documentary on feral pigs in the south, oh...and a favorite 'Blood Detectives'. Lots of fodder for my writer's mind on the last.
Face it, if you are a Christian and living the life, you likely have people pointing and snickering at times...otherwise they're snoozing because you are so boring.
I think God makes me more exciting. I wouldn't have done half of the stupid things I've done if He weren't constantly pushing me outside my box. And no, I'm not going to admit to all the stupid things I've done. At least not here. Today, anyway.
Go ahead, stick your nose up in the air and declare yourself above such things. But really, think of the God we serve...
A talking donkey?
And what's the deal with the 'special' younger brother thing? Not that I mind, of course. Being the youngest of nine, I like the thought that at least someone remembers my proper name, and knows who I am inside–even if I'm not nearly as special as Jacob and his grandkids, Manasseh and Ephraim.
Not different enough?
A whip in a temple? Surely someone around had a conceal-and-carry license...oh, yeah, different times...
Okay, how about thousands of men dropping dead? Baa-baa-sh-boom.
Ooo, taboo topic–the wrath of God. How about the earth opening up and swallowing? Easier to believe the dropping-dead-lyin' Ananias and Sapphira story after reading that one.
A man taking on the sins of the world...
Okay, blowing myself away with the greatness of our Creator here...
So yeah, I can believe He created the world. Man evolving from rat-like-creatures-who-lived-in-trees is pure idiocy. Same with the monkeys-thing.
I can believe He can figure out how to heal the sick and brokenhearted, free the captives, create this world, and populate heaven...mankind voluntarily populate the other place, and transform a life forever.
No matter what your problem, dyslexia, sickness in yourself or others, debt, or a bad hair day, God can handle it.
He's good with things like that.
Even eccentric old me...I guess I can try and share the blame...
He made me like this???
Ah, the freedom of expression.