Hey! Happy Monday!
Today, I felt like discussing beliefs. Hold up. Before you exit my blog, I'm not about to preach a sermon. Mostly, I'm digging around to see how much our personal views (political, spiritual, and social) effect our writing. I mean, they have to, right? After all, our beliefs make us who we are.
Now, if it were up to me, we'd all step away from our picket signs and snatch each other up for a universal group hug. As crowded as that might be, I think it would do wonders for the world. I'm not saying we have to agree about anything, except the fact that we're all human--people caught in the trenches of an ever darkening planet.
Nobody can argue, our population is divided. One side is ready to abolish guns while the other would lay down their lives before surrendering their weapons. Voices rage about marriage. Violent tongues saturate the airways with hatred. They burn to the core in the name of God--the God who tells them to win people over with love.
How, in this mix of madness, can we be silent? For me, it's hard to contain my emotions. I get angry, but not at people who disagree with me. I'm more disgusted with some of those sharing my values. No matter how much I'd love for people to embrace Christianity, I'll never judge them for their unbelief. I'm not fit for such a job. So when I see these radical groups crashing funerals and spiting out condemnation, I'd like to caution them, one day, they'll be judged by the same measure they judge with. Oh, and I'd love for them to zip their traps, and stop pouring mud on the face of Christianity.
When I see the state of our world, I try not to let the craziness consume me or let the sadness steal my joy. But I do want people to know the truth. God is alive, and even if you don't believe He exists, He still loves you. I won't pretend my words are strong enough to change a heart. No human has the power to open a closed up soul, but in my writing, I try to at least make people wonder about The Guy who came to save us all.
I know not all who read this post are believers of my beliefs, but I'd like to know if your passions seep into your writing. Are you bold? Or do you whisper your thoughts across your pages? Don't tell me you say nothing because that can't be true. Whether a lot or a little, it's impossible for who we are not to touch our characters in some way.
I'm not out of thoughts on this subject, but I'll stop here because I'm anxious for comments.
Until next time, happy writing or whatever makes you smile. :)