Monday, August 27, 2007

Ghettonomics: Yelling vs Talking

Well it has been several months since I have posted anything in a Blog. I had to come to terms with blogging reality. I think the primary question that needs to be asked is, "Why am I creating a blog?" I see a number of reasons why people write blogs to begin with. The one that I see as the most noble is to "educate" people on some area where the writer has some area of "expertise" in hopes of creating a dialogue that sparks some form of growth. It is my opinion that most blogs strive toward this goal. Sadly it has also spawned the MySpace form of blogging where people are only concerned with educating others about there personal lives where the intent is to explain to the world why everyone is dumb except for people like them. Instead of creating a forum where people can "talk" freely, the Blogosphere has become a place dominated by yellers. The blogging world has fallen victim to forming blogging ghettos.

I am guilty of this myself. It is in human nature to begin yelling when we get excited about things or when we think that we are not being heard. We experience this first hand when we are children. Children are constantly told that it is not proper for civilized humans to go around in this world yelling and screaming. I am attempting to teach my 11 month old son this lesson on a daily basis. Those who succeed in communicating a powerful message without yelling become the great heroes of our world. People such as Gandhi, Mother Theresa, Martin Luther King Jr, and Abraham Lincoln helped change the world by refusing to succumb to the ghettos around them (yes, politics is a ghetto) and became the strong, quiet voice of reason and love.

The goal of this blog is to pursue the noble task of blogging without forming another ghetto. The truth is, I already live in the ghetto. I work in the ghetto. I am surrounded by the ghetto. However, I do not wish to become ghetto. I intend for this blog to become a forum of discussion on various issues that impact my ministry in the ghetto with the hope of educating others and myself in becoming a person whom others call "pastor."