Writers, if they take their craft seriously, read others who write in the same genre. That being the case, I find myself reading a lot of blogs, finding both styles of blogging/writing and current topics. Although my blogrolls on this blog are copious, I read well beyond their scope, although I still major in reading blogs from a Reformed perspective.
In the past couple of weeks, several women within the circle of Reformed bloggers have been writing about the need for and importance of “mature” woman bloggers. By “mature,” they mean women in their forties. That tickles me, since I’m in my sixties and have serious questions regarding my maturity. But I digress…
In my reading on this topic of “mature” women bloggers, I came across an innocuous little paragraph that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind. Aimee Byrd, in her post Platforms, Blogs, and Why We Write, simultaneously challenged my thinking and offered me a sense of liberty in terms of what I do with this fledgling blog:
I was not a “somebody.” I am not a wife of a big name pastor. My husband is a public school teacher. I didn’t know anyone with a writing career or in the publishing industry. I was just a housewife in West Virginia. But I have found that if you’re not seeking a inner-circle position, you do have the freedom to say what you really want to say. And as we plug away in areas that we see a need and want to contribute, we tend to find like-minded people.
Aimee’s words challenged me in the sense that I wanted this blog to be taken more seriously than The Things That Come Out Of My Head (my last blog). After nine years on that blog, I had finally gained a fairly respectable following, and I had every confidence that those readers would follow me to this blog. Some did. Most didn’t. From studying the stats on that blog, most people gravitated to posts about the excursions John and I took into Boston.
That’s nice, but but the Supreme Court’s ruling on same sex marriage this past June gave me a sense of urgency about how I use my blog. Boston still delights me, as this photo that John took of me last week clearly shows.
But writing about the joys of driving my wheelchair seems so trivial in comparison to addressing the problems in the visible church. Those of us who take God’s Word seriously stand at the threshold of very real persecution, and I don’t want to waste my blogging time reminiscing about Boston when I could be helping women to get into Scripture and prepare for what lies ahead.
Aimee’s words cause me to ask myself if this more sober approach to blogging, although necessary, merely replicates the blogs I already read. Probably. Some of the “right” people have even noticed this blog and promoted it, which pleases me.
In my efforts to have a more Christ-centered blog, however, I’ve tried to write like the bloggers I most admire. I’ve made an effort, feeble and imperceptible though it may be, to avoid mentioning myself. Not only has that resolve failed miserably, but my new autobiographical series has substantially boosted my readership. John hopes that those readers I gain through autobiographical posts will then read my posts about the Lord.
And that point dovetails with the comfort I derived from Aimee’s remark. Because I’m not really in the big leagues of blogging, perhaps I have more freedom to blog about the Lord by demonstrating His sovereignty in my life.
I’m much older than most “mature” women bloggers, and I’ve come to Reformed theology the hard way. Maybe explaining how the Lord has patiently and faithfully worked with me to bring me a more accurate understanding of His Word will be my most effective means of giving glory to Him.