Happy New Year!

Another year of life, and I find myself thinking about death. I've been reading a book about Christians who died for their faith. I think it is called Jesus Freaks. (It is in Spanish, so I'm not sure of every word.) Naturally, I wonder as I read if I would die a martyr's death, or if I would deny my Lord. I tend to think that I would choose death, not because it is the noble and right choice to make in such circumstances, but I would be too afraid to live after making such a denial of the One who died for me. Such ingratitude I could not live with. Life could hold no pleasure for me after such a show of cowardice on my part.

I made the mistake of writing the above several days ago, and I now find myself second-guessing my own writing, and wondering if that might not be better left unpublished. It's just like grade school; I never wrote a rough draft unless it was required, and if one was required, I'd make few changes in the final draft. It is not that I am a faineant; I just like to let my unrefined thoughts free to roam the earth. My thoughts are only apropos to this zeitgeist, so I feel it is appropriate to unfetter them as quickly as possible, post-haste. It seems more profitable, pleasurable and honest to just write down my initial thoughts once and then send them out into the world, raw and untouched. That may sound prideful, and so it may be. I still think it is the most honest way to share your thoughts.

I was planning on waiting 'til the weekend to publish this, but I thought it would be nice to give you something to read during the rains.