Yes, I admit that’s weird. I also admit that you really can’t go back to ‘the good old days’. So this is probably of very little interest and if you want to move on along right now I wouldn’t blame you.
Out Here Hope Remains has gone through several revolutions since the time that Steve Martin, Joel Jordan and I sat in my office at Central Church of Christ in Pascagoula, MS and thought up the idea. We were reading other people’s blogs and wanted to get in on the cool way people were sharing ideas and thoughts. For you youngsters, this is before Facebook and maybe before everybody had a cell phone, I’m not sure. I think it was Joel who pulled the title from a lyric by Caedmon’s Call. We were each going to take turns writing. That didn’t happen, though. I did keep writing most days. And people read and responded. Which made me want to write more.
Though I enjoyed the interaction it provided, I didn’t know at that time that there would be two times (at least) in the future when this blog would play an important role in my ministry and life. The first was in 2005 when Hurricane Katrina roared ashore on the Mississippi Coast. The other was our own personal storm when John Robert Dobbs died in 2008. During both of those really difficult times, friends and family were able to keep in touch with us through the blog. Later, through Facebook, yes. But the blog seems much more personal than the instant like and forget flow of Facebook or Twitter.
I still post and share the posts through Twitter and Facebook and anywhere else I think it might be of interest. But what I miss is the personal side of blogging. Now we get hourly updates on all our “friends” and it’s way too much information to process. Or maybe I’m just getting older and the processor doesn’t work at the top speed anymore? Anyway, there are days when I toy with the idea of just disengaging from the social media stratosphere. But I do like the interaction…it’s just … too much. It seems impossible to slow down.
But back in another technological age, I could send out a post once a day and
if I wanted to share what I had for lunch, or talk about something that’s been on my mind and not have the instant (and /or hostile) feedback of the universe, I could. A few friends would stop by and notice there was a new post. But I’m afraid Facebook and Twitter killed it. I don’t hate them for it. How could I? I’m neck deep in them! I’m not even going to put this post on Facebook.
I don’t even know why I wrote this post … grandpaw on the front porch in his rocking chair ruminating on some bygone memories I guess. I am a grandpaw but I don’t consider myself very old … yet. But when I was 25, people my current age were old. So, there’s that.
If you are one of the subscribers to this blog and you even occasionally open it up and read it … thank you. There might be some posts coming ahead that aren’t theological reflections (though I hope to post weekly some thoughts on the Narrative Lectionary text). There are still some book reviews ahead (doesn’t everyone love book reviews?). But there might be some personal reflections on the day. I’ll try to think of some clever title for those so you can just delete when you see those come across.
Unless you’re super intelligent and like human interest pieces.
I’m a human anyway.
So, yeah, I miss my blog…the way it was…before it had reasons to exist … other than to suggest that Out Here Hope Remains.
Thanks for reading this far! JED
Oh, I want to give some credit to Bill Hooten and his delightful blog Hoot’s Musings. When I read it I feel like I’m on Bill’s front porch with a glass of iced tea and just listening to his delightful reflections. So I recommend you bookmark his blog and subscribe to it. Thanks Bill!