The Honor of Being Fully Honest

Yes, today I am honest.  Today, just for today, God loves me for being honest, and honesty through consideration is the foundation of religious life. My honest and opaque being allows people to see who and what I am, without frills or lies with which I attempted to fool the world when I was outside of honesty. The problem was that I was still opaque, and everyone could see me anyway. God’s supreme sacrifice of the One he loved without question, and then that One’s defeat of death, “Oh death, where is thy sting.” Jesus, Immanuel, Anointed one descended from King David, a man on the run from God because of a defeat with honesty, David who spent his life repenting for a supreme act of dishonesty, adultery, lust, abandonment, and ultimately murder, this man who as a young boy had killed a giant with his sling and had become God’s anointed King of Isreal, and this man who left and hid from God as a man caught in his own deception, his own sacrifice of his life as he wrote some of the greatest poetry of the ancient world, depicting his coming back to God in suplication, Jesus desended from a man who saught the whole of his life attempting to gain God’s grace again. For me, this represents who I had become, and I was on the run from God most of my life. One day at a time, all any of us have, I seek to not only be opaque but to be honest with God through my savior Jesus the Anointed One, the Son of God that taketh away the sin of the world and through Whose death and ultimate defeat of death, and through my belief in Him, I have God’s favor, and if I can live one day right with God, maybe I can live the next one free of dishonesty. I have come clean with the things I thought I had hidden away so that God could not see them. The problem was that people could see me anyway, all the misdeeds and calculations, all the half-truths, all the outright lies, and murder in my mind, covetousness of things I could not afford, my attempts to hide all this under a haze of drugs and alcohol I just had to admit what was for me the defeat, the bank book. I am still, through my actions coming out from under the bank book, but my actions show I am making it. So be it oh God, through Jesus, by His Holy Spirit, Amen.

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and college writing teacher, now retired, so I write poetry, and essays, mostly free verse poetry. I love writing. Computers, tablets, and smart phones are the norm. When one sees university campuses with students looking at phones while walking to class, one realizes writing can be blogging. I am an ordinary man writing for artistic pleasure writing, and simple taste-- blogs are an answer to high priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to print his paper books himself, because in 1855, and 1860 poetry did not sell. It does not sell now unless you have a Pulitzer Prize and even then the poet usually makes a living in other ways than writing. In all ages there have been writers writing out of their own needs, and blogs are an answer to get rid of high cost of self creativity. I am an older man with fewer computer skills than my daughter who has been at computers since she was three, so here I can satisfy my need to write without spending too much on self-published books. All three blogs let me reach an audience missed by books and stand a better chance to reach a wider audience. My two books, Winter from Spring, Meditations on Gratitude, as Kindle books and paperbacks did not reach as many people as I wanted, and blogs can let me avoid the printer. Layout and design is expensive. For me writing is more like the charcoal jottings of preexisting civilization made only for posterity. Blogs face two problems as I see it. They might be submerged into a chaos of too much writing, and they depend on electronic storage. Yet, how's that different from electronic books which must have specialized publication? Paper disintegrates, blogs can be physically stored and organized for posterity in data banks. All organization becomes chaos at some point, but charcoal images on cave walls still exist after the author scribbled eons ago. So what if I reach only a few interested people, but hopefully, readers will reach out to me. Writing is essential for showing the ways of culture before history knows those ways. To record each individual is essential especial for billions of people who need to know enough reading beyond pictures to save a planet. Writing without profit isn't new to me. I'm not seeking to impress the audience. Poetry in general never sells, and personal confessional, and emotional writing exists sometimes like journal writings only for the author. At least here is my hope for wider audiences. My writing is personal and informal, but my writing expresses some serious ideas like the writing of contemporary writers to rise above chaos in my own simple way, above self-absorption, a meditation, the simple writing of an ordinary man. I hope to find my own way out of my own chaos and make my record stand alone if even in electrons. Though I hope never to express nightmare in my poetry, fiction, or essays, some serious considerations are important to me after centuries of mechanized nightmare. The next decade is probably of the same failure in our world. This decade looks to be another time of diminished individuals and the next as well. We all wish peace and hope will become normal. It looks like if hope reaches each individual, not governments there is satisfaction in making means of writing available to many. My hope is for each human being to give their own expression out of the abyss. If humankind is to survive in any common way, we must each be able to express maturity and take responsibility in something beyond self. Electronic media offers people these possibilities so long as computers can store individual lives. Here people can freely see what I write and what others write. Though I hold an MFA in creative writing my simple vision never found a wide audience. I was disappointed about this earlier in my life, but now it's just what one expects of such degrees. I found happiness in family and especially in love of my wife and daughter. Writing can be more than a pastime now that I'm older. I approach seven decades living with some disappointing times, and some satisfying times. I'm like most people, and I've been married more than 37 years, and we sent a successful daughter into the world. We happily live in a country where even the poorest have food. Often as a young man when I traveled for nearly one year through Europe, where does a culture begin to feed and house so many people, and how do all these people live in harmony since World War II? Maybe it's been a question of survival. Writers can hold a little corner with blogging, blogging for harmony and peace. This is my hope. This is my question.

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