I had an interesting email exchange this week with a brother who wrote to tell me that I was wrong in allowing sacred experiences to be published. He argued several different ways that “those who know, keep quiet, and those who don’t know, teach.” He suggested I was like the Pharisees who were praying to be seen of men.
Two things came out of that exchange for me. One is that I looked carefully inward to see if there was any truth in how he was judging me. Being human still, I do enjoy the Un-Blog, and interacting with people like you. But, in my core self, I do not self-promote. I started life as a shy, insecure and lonely person, and found out who I really was on my mission, when I learned that as I spoke with the Spirit, people were blessed, and I felt Father’s love for me. I learned who I was when I realized that God actually loved me, could use me for his work, and that he valued me. It was a great revelation. In His eyes, I had value. His love was motivation enough to be the very best missionary I could be. I wanted to please Him, and to remain within the sunshine of His approbation.
That desire still fires my boiler. I have mentioned this before, but there are many new readers, so forgive me for retelling this story.
I started the Un-Blog as a journal of my spiritual journey and blessings for me to give to my children. My doctor had given me a few months to live, and I didn’t want to take these precious things into my grave. I wanted them before my children, so they could read my testimony all their lives. After I had written a few of these accounts, the Spirit plainly told me to put them on the internet where they would bless others. I asked my son, Matt, how the best way to do this was, and he helped me set up this blog. As I was searching for a name, the Spirit said I was not blogging, I was Un-Blogging my soul. The name struck me as funny, and appropriate, so I accepted it with gratitude.
I was amazed when the first person read it, then a dozen – and I thought that was good, that was more than enough. The Lord had let my words bless a dozen people, and I was content. I thought that was as far as it could go. Now there are thousands of readers, and over 350 Un-Blog entries. — And I’m still alive — which things I never supposed.
At the end of our email exchange. I felt love and patience for this brother as I responded to his dim assessment of my motives. At the end, I felt his good will emerge, and I felt no anger, I think, because I felt no truth in his words – and for that discovery I really am grateful. I’m glad we had that exchange.
Thank you for reading my words and understanding the spirit in which I offer them. Thank you for being my friends, and brothers and sisters in Christ,