I never called myself a blogger. I rarely called this site a blog. I’d even correct someone if they used the b-word.
I called it a website instead.
Why? I wanted to be known as a publisher of articles—not a blogger of my daily thoughts.
When I thought of a blog, I often thought of blogs by runners or homemakers I somehow began following. It seemed mindless, brainless, and surface-level as they often recalled their day, posted pictures, and well, that was it.
Boring—although I enjoyed following them for some reason.
I wanted to write about deep things—theological things. I wanted to publish articles—not write in a diary. I stereotyped the blogger as unintelligent and needy for attention.
I stereotyped them, and I didn’t want to be known as one of them. Please, please, don’t call me a blogger—I thought like a snob.
But here I am, on my blog, blogging.
I had a few moments last year where I felt like blogging instead of the usual writing, rewriting, sending to a freditor (a super helpful friend who helps edit), revising, and then sending it to a ministry “blog” (Challies doesn’t consider this an actual blog but a modern day magazine.).
I felt like saying what I wanted to say when I wanted to say it—often because of conviction. I wrote it how I wanted to, and I published it when I wanted to. I wanted my words to bear fruit instead of being hidden and incapable of growth for months.
I also wrote with more clarity as I often wrote with specific faces (people I knew would read it) in mind. And I wrote more freely since the pressure of getting it published was off.
Words—more than images
Words are important. We may be tempted in our image-saturated world to demean them. We want to be a light in the darkness, so we post beautiful pictures to Instagram hoping to reveal the glory of God. But this does nothing for the unseen things of God, and it definitely doesn’t help those who are blind and incapable of seeing truth.
Words and language best communicate meaning in this life lead by faith and not our sight.
I want to write. Not about what I ate today. Not about where I went. I want to write truth in an age that doesn’t accept it. I want to challenge people to holiness. I want to motivate hearts to worship Christ more abundantly.
And I can do that as a blogger.
Words are no less meaningful on a tiny blog than a big platform. I’m no less intelligent merely because my words show up here and not somewhere else. And God is no less pleased.