I have to confess that it has been a challenge. It took a while to get back into the routine of writing, and it took all month for me to figure out something that I wanted to say. Truth be told, there were many days when it was nothing more than a discipline. Meaning the only reason that I did it was because I had committed myself to doing it. And I have to say, that’s not all bad.
Lately, I’ve been in a conversation or two about the the value of disciplines. And while “discipline” can be talked about from a number of angles, I see it as something people do that they know to be good for them whether they want to or not. And of course, any number of things might qualify here… exercise, following a budget, household chores, reading scripture, loving one’s spouse, praying, and yes, writing on a blog.
These are the sorts of things that we force ourselves to do on a consistent basis because we know that if we will stick with it, then something good will eventually result. None of the things named above come easily all the time. Sure, sometimes we find it easy to live within our means at times, but there are lots of times when it is nothing but hard work. But we stick with it (regardless of what “it” is) simply because we said we would. That is what makes is a discipline.
So with regard for the month long blogging, I said I would do it, and I did. And while the content was suspect at times (or throughout), this exercise accomplished what disciplines are always meant to do.
They free us to do those things that we would really like to do, but for whatever reason we find ourselves unable to. We see disciplines as forced, artificial, inauthentic, rigid, not-true-to-self, but that’s got it all wrong. Through disciplines, we are being true to the self that we would like to be. In this instance, I wanted to write more on this blog not as a duty or out of guilt, but simply because I want to. The discipline of doing it daily for a month has helped move me in that direction.
That’s how it always works. I choose to love God or my wife even when I’m not “feeling it,” not so that I can commend myself for being a great Christian or husband, but with the hope that my affections will catch up with my behavior. And that eventually it won’t be forced, but rather it will be the natural expression of how I really feel (not that I’m feeling the need to force either right this second).
Alright, this is quickly turning into another series of posts, so I’ll spare us all and wrap it up.
Hopefully, you’ll be hearing more from me.
It has been fun.