I’m not comfortable talking about my faith outside a small circle of friends and family, so what makes me think I should blog about it?
I’ve been a quiet Christian all my life. Sitting in church on Sunday but not talking about Jesus during the week. In college, the going to church dropped off nearly entirely. So it surprised me when a college roommate told me that one of our late night conversations prompted her to pick up a Bible.
Though I was raised in a Christian home, I wasn’t comfortable praying out loud until my children were born. At that time, I readily shared in study groups, often with tissues, but knew only the popular passages. It took me nearly two years to make it through a one-year chronological Bible. And that was in my 40s.
Clearly I am no Bible scholar. So what business do I have writing about anything religious?
Even if I don’t know all the theology, I know my life. And I know it was changed by my relationship with Jesus. Not writing about it would be hiding a very important part of myself. So even though I’m uncomfortable writing about it today, I’m doing it anyway. Tomorrow may be easier.