Eavesdropping …
To those of you who have faithfully checked this blog, I say two things: I am sorry for the extened period of utter uselenessness of this space and you need to find a good book. But (hopefully) no more. Life seems more interesting these days. I should share some of this with you.
I eavesdrop on my friends. I even eavesdrop on people I don't know. Ah, the Internet. I've gotten into the wonderful world of reading others blogs. It it as if people leave their journal on top of their beds with the key in the lock in front of a door by which everyone in the world can shuffle. I saunter by most. Frankly, most people have very little to say and what they do say is not worth spending sweater lint to read. "Harsh," you say? In that case I must demand the residue of your favorite cotton blend from last winter. The buck (or lint) stops here. I think more people should take up rap to express themselves. Take some lessons from Mr. T on expressing yourself.
But where was I? Oh yes, eavesdropping. I have good friends. Even those with whom I have fallen out of consistent contact, they are very good people whom I respect and admire. I was eavesdropping on one such friend today and fell humbled by his honesty, brokenness, wisdom, and hope. His ability to see signs of hope amidst such suffering is evidence that he understands something that most do not. He takes the offering of hope when bitterness and despair are offered as the soup du jour. There is much for me to learn from him and my other friends.
So I introduce them to you, at least to eavesdrop. They're over there … or maybe over there … there're somewhere on this page. Maybe one day you'll be blessed with the opportunity to meet them in person. Consider yourself blessed, if so.
That's all for today.