While re-reading some of the poems I’ve posted and working on new pieces, something unsettling occurred to me that I’ve been praying about.
As writers, we write what we know. I have a journalistic style and am best with facts and truth. I love to read ‘creative writing’ and fictional pieces, but find it very challenging to manufacture or imagine stuff up myself. I suppose I feel like I’ve lived through enough already that I don’t need to dream up anymore!
What I realized is how I’ve written a lot of things that could come across as condemning or harsh, especially where religion is concerned. I seem to be good at the whole ‘hell fire and damnation’ preaching, because it is what I know best. I am also good at writing about heartache, grief, despair, anger and even hate, because it is what I am most used to. That is a sad thought though. Of course I have written loving things as well, but there doesn’t seem to be as many of those.
While there is truth in the fear of God,
my evangelistic heart desires to reach others even more so with the love of Jesus.
My only point is thinking about how wonderful it will be to one day be able to write more about the joy and love of God, versus the evil and hatred of man. Will that time come, because I am fortunate enough to experience a lot more of the good by this lifetimes end? Or will it come because I am finally able to focus more on the positive values and teachings of Christ verses the negative ideals and pettiness of man, as a life lived in secret finally becomes public? Perhaps my heart won’t be able to share more about the freedom Christ brings until it exposes all the evil man has bestowed…