I ain’t got life figured out.
That’s ok. I know what it means to be alive. The chances were greater that I would not exist.
But I do exist. My senses do perceive; my body does feel; my words do influence. Thus, I’m grateful to play a part in God’s Creation, and he created us specifically to play a part in it.
Does the gratitude to be alive fill me with joy for all times and seasons? Of course not. There is hurt. There is worse. Nonetheless, I am here.
What a man does with the time God gives him is dependent upon his own free will. That’s God’s greatest gift. I don’t want to screw that up, and though I do all the time, I know that’s what grace is for. That’s what Christ is for.
Of course, there are billions of souls on earth. Everyone has notions of how the world is, and how it’s supposed to be. I’m no different. I have opinions and convictions. Am I right? Am I wrong? Dunno. But I’ve always though there’s something immoral about not using the mind and mouth God gave you, even if you are wrong.
Now, I am fully aware that writing controversial opinions on how things should be in this unerasable world dominated by Big Tech could potentially harm my future. I am fully aware I may deeply regret this blog.
However, one day I’ll be gone from this world, and I wonder how I’ll be remembered. I can’t control that, but, I can control my actions now. I can control my words now. In this world where I’ve seen insanities I thought I’d not see in this lifetime, and expect to see more, the fear of doing nothing to change things for the better is ever before my eyes.
Do I expect my words on this blog to change things? That’s for God to decide. But it will change me, and that’s one small thing I can do in this lost and broken world as I find my way home.
Again, I may deeply regret keeping this blog.
But I don’t think I will.
Charles Torello 