What on earth is this all about?
The reasons and origin of some habits are forgotten. I have forgotten why I started writing a comment on Face-book each day a few months ago. It was towards the end of Lent, a time of introspection for me. Those of us who live in the West are shielded from the many outrageous threats to existence faced by others and yet we are filled with angst, darkness, foreboding, and anxiety. There is joy to be had and some of the happiest folk I have met do not live in the West. Perhaps there was a desire on my part to infect others with this joy and with this hope.
I notice the early contributions draw directly from the Bible. As I went on I received comments from a wide range of folk so I thought I would make my comments of broader interest without losing touch with the inspiration for my comments which is my Christian faith. I am a somewhat inadequate follower of the executed Rabbi. I am a beggar who has found a store of good things worth sharing. I still live with unanswered questions and I suppose that my best qualification for daring to write is my inadequacy.
But why bother to follow up these daily comments with a commentary.? In a thought for the day things can be cut down so much that there is a danger of the true meaning could be lost. Often the thought rises from some context provided by the news. This back ground too can be lost making the thought perplexing.
Peter M. Grinham 19.9'11