Monday, December 21, 2009

A Pause

You know how ever 10-15 minutes, conversations can come to a stop? Where there is complete silence? That is what this is.

I’ve prepared two (2) more blog entries, responding to previous statements—but what’s the use? This has become a decidedly one-person conversation! If you ever did respond, there would be far too much to catch up.

This is the way it is with me. Some of it has to do with my personality—I can be unrelenting when discussing a topic I enjoy. Some of it has to do with skepticism—it can be tiring trying to provide explanations to every single item. Like talking to a two-year-old: “Why? Why? Why?” Some of it has to do with information—there is quite a bit out there and catching up can take some work.

Some of it has to do with time—do you concentrate on those more susceptible to your beliefs? Or do you spend time in the lions’ den with unbelievers?

I have a conversation graveyard.

Over there is the headstone of my talk with Pastor D--_. Very bright fellow, someone my wife asked me to counsel with. I did, he said, “There is no going back?” I replied, “Not unless you can answer my questions.” He couldn’t then, but he will get back to me….some day…

The crypt of my e-mail correspondence with Professor M--_. “I will not debate Christianity with you.”

The sarcophagus of my talk with Pastor M---. “You raise some good points. I will research them and get back to you.” Waiting…waiting…waiting…

Another headstone to (another) Pastor D--- who responded to my letter “I look forward to long talks with you on these subjects.” Must have meant next year. (‘Course that was four years ago!)

The grave of Pastor E---, “I really need to focus more on those who are already thinking of becoming Christians.” A quick funeral.

Pastor S---‘s mausoleum: “Our church isn’t designed for people like you; you can attend, but please don’t participate.”

The cairn of Deacon B---, “This talk has been really interesting. I’ll like to call you.” Musta lost my number.

The urn containing the ashes of my friendship with S---, “I will never speak to you on this. Ever.”

The list goes on and on and on and on. I could fill a graveyard with such conversations.

Please understand, I’m not complaining. Far from it—I am well used to it by now! I get that people are busy, and just because I enjoy these talks, doesn’t mean everyone (or even anyone else) likes to. Besides, the internet provides a wonderful field of opportunity to engage in such dialogue at countless spots.

And, as I say, I understand a good portion of the blame falls at my own feet. I am not the most…user-friendly. He he he.

So…go.

Enjoy conversing on what you love, whether it is sports or sun or shoes. Enjoy interacting with Christians; we all like talking with people of similar station.

I would add our conversation to the graveyard, but frankly there is little need--I only remember the graveyard on occasions such as this.