Writer’s Wall

Not a block. An entire wall. That’s how it feels right now. And I think it’s because there are some extenuating circumstances in life that are pulling at me. So, I don’t have much energy to give to songwriting. And my creativity feels sapped, zapped, tapped out.
Which can be a real suffocating experience, when you remember that creativity and songwriting is the way my soul breathes.

yeah. It feels like my soul it just holding its breath right now… Waiting for a time when it can exhale the stale and take a long uninterrupted inhale.

But life doesn’t work like that. Life doesn’t always provide times for me to breathe. So I’m trying to find a way to create daily moments of enhalation and exhalation. Daily moments where my soul can ooze out something cathartically beautiful.

So this is what you get today. No dance videos. No new songs. No pensivity. Just me.

Where are the miracles?

We know they happen overseas, in 3rd world countries where only shamans practice… We know reputable missionaries and seminary professors and pastors who have witnessed miraculous healings with their own eyes. It’s hard to mistake a limb growing back.

But we rarely (if ever) hear of true unquestionable miracles happening here, in our physically comfortable 1st world societies. You can’t tell me it’s because we Americans don’t have enough faith; and it’s not because we didn’t pray hard enough; and it’s not because God isn’t able.

I looked him in the eye recently–this man that I trust and respect and admire–and asked him why we don’t see them here. He surmises that part of the purpose of miracles is to draw people’s attention and hopes to God’s future kingdom that He’s going to take us to: A better place–the age to come–the age of Christ… And miracles are taste of that, and are supposed to help us long for that.

But here we’re so comfortable that miracles would only make us more comfortable. And to ask for miracles is to ask God to make our time here better. It doesn’t necessarily draw us to a future place or time.

Living in a 3rd world country, even with miracles, there’s no way we’ll feel comfortable enough to be satisfied with “here.” There’s still massive want and need, and miracles in a 3rd world country will simply inspire hope and longing.

Miracles here will just reinforce comfortability.

Or at least, that’s his speculation.

What do you think? Where are the miracles?