I Can’t Stop

I appreciate the positive comments on last night’s post regarding the miraculous wart. I only got one negative remark, and it came from someone who seems to think I just became a Christian. Anyone who has been reading this blog for more than two years knows that is not the case. I’ve certainly been making improvements over the last couple of years, but if you were to look at entries from 2003, you would see that I occasionally mentioned my beliefs back then. I’ve written a lot about the stupidity of sex outside of marriage, for example. How anyone who had seen those posts could refer to me now as a “reformed whore” is a mystery.

I’ve gradually come to realize that some of my attitudes were wrong, and that I wasn’t doing enough. I have made some changes. But the change hasn’t been anything like as dramatic as the commenter suggests.

Back when Huffington’s Toast was up, I got friction from guest contributors because I wouldn’t publish R-rated content. I’ve discarded a lot of material I’ve written because I thought it was over the line. I have opted out of romantic opportunities because of religious conflicts. I have turned down offers of promotion. So I may be sticking closer to the path these days, but I was never completely lost, and I never pretended to be part of the non-Christian world, except in jokes.

Am I bumming people out by writing about religion? When I think about it, I remember what it was like to be uncomfortable when people discussed God. But most of the time, I forget, and I write what I please. If it makes you uncomfortable, you have a problem you need to address. Hearing about the best part of life–the reason you exist–shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. Think about that. Are you uncomfortable when people write about other types of self-improvement? Do you get embarrassed when people write about exercise or therapy? Of course not. That ought to make you wonder.

I don’t care. I’ve always written about the things that interest me. This is my personal online journal. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. When has that not been my attitude? I’ll probably write about God less, in time. Or maybe I won’t. Whatever I do, it won’t have anything to do with trying to please readers.