The other day I read something to this effect:

Your writing is a muscle. It is strengthened by exercise, and weakened by neglect.

That is good. It draws an ironic similarity between writing, which i love and to which I tried to commit, and exercise, which is very easy for me but from which I tend to shy away. And if your reading this out of fealty to my writing, it should resonate with you. It does for me, because it hits on the very purpose for which this blog was created. I did not think that what I had to say was so necessary in a world filled with books and blogs; I did not think I could be helpful in a way that other sources weren’t. I had the benefit of knowing and speaking to my readers, and that was all. Beyond that, I simply did not wish my love for writing to grow cold through disuse.

So this post comes with all the renewed resolutions to do better that you have grown to mistrust. I do want to perform my writing push-ups, and perhaps even renew the topics on which I have previously promised to continue. But I warn you, that the past drought of content has not come merely through procrastination.

If it were up to me, I would make writing on this site a daily thing…I would make writing poetry a constant thing. But God has seen fit to take away the time for the one and the impulse toward the other…leaving me staring blankly at the screen even late at night drinking strong coffee. If ever I have time to write, it should be now, but nothing flows.

In way, that should be okay…because the heading that rest over this blog, and that rests over my heart as a Believer in Christ. Seeking the Saviour. It’s not about me, or you. An when I say it rests over my heart, I don’t say that to create a spiritual glow about myself. It addresses a longing that resides in your heart, if you are His, and a characteristic that should and will define your life. Why? Not because of our super-spirituality. If we were a tenth as spiritual as we take ourselves to be, we’d turn the world upside down.

This heading of Seeking the Saviour hangs over our lives because of who He is…because He has handed us over to a form of doctrine…because the Holy Spirit has laid hold of us with a scalpel, and removed the gross, stony heart of who we are and what we want, and replaced it with a fleshy heart, that must love the One that rescued it…because we have a loving Father that sees when we cease to seek our Savior, and disciplines those whom He loves….Because He has lavished His love upon us, made us His sons and daughters through legal, justifying, sanctifying, glorifying adoption and therefore the world knows us not because we are not of it.

Tomorrow, we will wake up, seeking a Savior. And every single one of the 7 billion people that inhabit this celestial ball are going to wake up seeking a savior. And our Savior, the only true Savior,  who has down all that I spook of above, and so much more, has set us apart a particular people (not because we are worthy of Him, but He is worthy of us as the seed which He saw and with which He was satisfied)…So we no longer have the option of making functional saviors apart from Him.

What does that have to do with my writing, or lack thereof? Simply that every time I log into WordPress, there exists an active temptation to seek a savior in my writing. To find myself, my identity, in jotting down deep thought, or expressing myself, or in writing poetry. The as your reading the first thing I’ve written in months, except my sober confession that the lack of writing has been in the midst of a period a seeking. Every time I thought I could write. And the name that has been placed on this website is a constant reminder that I do not have the option of making writing my relief, or salvation. God has taken us, and made us Saviour-seekers. God has robbed us of the incentive or ability to find joy apart from fellowship with Him.

This is who we are. Oh that this constraining calling would continue to define everything about us.