It is a good thing to share a word of joy, thanks, a smile,
or an acknowledgement – that sort of thing encourages me in my writing. All I
am doing is some opining. I love the open discussion forums in the newspapers
these days. More people share their reactions – and it is not edited by an
opinionator. In the days before internet, net-versions of newspapers, I sent in
some letters to the editor, but was never accepted. My views were not
politically correct. It is not that I thrive on going against the grains, but
since my fundamental views are formed by reflections on my being as a
Christian, I naturally think differently. I live and learn; I grow in faith,
but I also stumble along – and I admit that I am not always right (well, I only
see this in retrospection) – but I enjoy the freedom of speech. No longer do I
feel suppressed by a monopoly of opinions, all directed by a rather leftist
perspective.
I was encouraged today. A lady called and shared her joy
over something I had said in a radio program. I had encouraged her, and now she
called to share her joy – and she encouraged me. I sensed a wonderful, gentle
and God-loving soul on the telephone. Personally I had not made myself listen
to the radio-program, because I was embarrassed to hear my own voice. I would
probably listen for all my goofs and mistakes; thought about how I could have
been clearer, how I fumbled along and lost my thread –so I did not listen. But
she did, and it made her day filled with joy. J
I opined about something in the newspaper Dagen – just a
small thought, really, about why the bishops thought there was a need to
sacrifice truth for the sake of ‘unity’ in the organization of the Norwegian
folk church. I wondered if it was because of money and comfort -? I did not want
to believe it was; but since there is no real argument for the ‘unity’
theologically, I pondered more worldly options. Clergy is paid by the state,
and they are paid reasonably well. And if you were to reject the pro-gay
wedding ritual being accepted as part of the official church teachings, then a
consequence might be to abdicate your position.
Anyway – somebody commented right
away. And the comment was an encouragement. He liked the way I posed questions.
I sensed that he was chuckling a little as he wrote. It was a friendly remark.
He liked the way I prodded into things without coming with the ‘correct’
answer, but let the questions linger – and the readers would be stimulated to
their own opining J
I was much encouraged. I am a
teacher by profession; I am a teacher at heart. Stimulating to reflection is
part of what I do.