Why Me? Is a Rhetorical Question
Humanities breath is frail. Empty words void of substance. Our faulty expository persuades others even less than it persuades ourselves, even while we let it deceive us. Now, I know I just asked this two posts ago, but, why am I a writer? WHY ME!?!? The answer to which, is of course, "Because I made you that way." A long time ago I always wanted to be a police officer. Then I seriously considered pursuing the career of a fireman (which is still a possibility for the future), and then finally decided that my career would be primarily ministry focused. Our finality is never so stable as we assume it to be though, and soon thereafter I resigned myself to a more passive ministry preparation: part-time work, school-finishing, local ministries, and personal growth. Interestingly, some seemingly insignificant detail was also added, I started a blog. At the risk of sounding cliche, "little did I know". Little did I know of God's bigger plan for me, a plan th...