Sunday, June 30, 2002
As my wife and I were talking in the waning moments of consciousness late last night, I realized that in this world of many voices - some prophetic, some historical - that each is truly unique, and most are worth sharing . . . as long as they are honest. I find in this world of blogging that I'm stimulated by other writers and have the temptation to just rewrite what they have already written . . . but I hold back.
I think I have something called PIC - postmodern inferiority complex. I think and live my life within a certain framework and thought process, which most people these days refer to as postmodernism (even though I'm tiring of the term). But I serve within a ministry context of modernity. I want badly to change it, and regularly contribute my efforts toward change, but it is oh-so-slow. Usually I find myself dreaming of a better, fairer land where I can plant my Spirit Farm and be happy all my days - "Maybe then I'll really be able to join the postmodern club," I tell myself. Then I wake up to reality and face the fact that God has me where he wants me (at least for now), and he knows better than I do where I am to serve.
So my voice is a transitional voice. I still listen to and subscribe to the voices of the future. I still work around the voices of the past. These voices speak different languages. I guess what I really am is a translator, for now anyway. I hope to be more and more of a language teacher in the days ahead.
That's all