.this is all about me.
I selfishly need a place to leave my thoughts, not for your sake, heavens no, I would never assume that my random observations would be vital for you. But for my own. I learn more when I get all my musings outside of the racquetball walls of my head and into the open where they can either flourish or die within the tempest of reality. I write this all for myself.
.this is all about you.
By this I mean the proverbial "you". The you I imagine might happen across my thoughts and either be inspired or put-off. Either way, there is a part of me that longs for you to know.
.this has nothing to do with us.
Isn't it the most common myth in which man gets caught up, that this, everything in this place is for and about us? I write this that I might live, that you might know, but really I write because I am inspired to do so for no other reason but that I am loved. And that has nothing to do with either of us.
.hesed.
I do not claim to know anything, but I appreciate what I glean from those whom I believe to know much. According to my Old Testament professor, hesed is a Hebrew word meaning "the loyalty and steadfast covenant love of God." The term is used to describe the relationship Yahweh has to his child Israel. Israel. Worshippers of a golden calf, shirkers of God's Covenant, adulterers, murderers... Israel. The God who hears, sees, and lives amongst his people is the God who remains despite his people's filth.
.this is what it is about.
