Saturday, October 15, 2005
WWJB?
Ever since the First Council of Nicaea, Christians have been getting together to hash things out. Now that the blogosphere has taken the Christian world by storm, it was only a matter of time before the first God Blog Convention was convened.
Although I'm enjoying reading all kinds of blogs and especially connecting with other Christians and reading their thoughts, I'm a little skeptical about some of the extravagent claims I'm reading. When it comes to the blogosphere's potential for ushering in a new era in Chrisitianity, I frankly don't think ol' Johann Gutenberg needs to be watching his back.
From my time spent on Christian blogs, I've made a couple of observations:
One thing's for sure when it comes to blogging and Christianity. Some entrepreneurial evangelical, bless his heart, will show up at the God Blog convention, set up his kiosk, and promptly sell out of what is bound to be the next Christian kitsch classic--WWJB anyone?
Although I'm enjoying reading all kinds of blogs and especially connecting with other Christians and reading their thoughts, I'm a little skeptical about some of the extravagent claims I'm reading. When it comes to the blogosphere's potential for ushering in a new era in Chrisitianity, I frankly don't think ol' Johann Gutenberg needs to be watching his back.
From my time spent on Christian blogs, I've made a couple of observations:
- There's some good stuff being written out there--serious theology offered up with reflection and insight
- There's also a lot of garbage--whiny, navel-gazing ponderings and mean-spirited tripe
One thing's for sure when it comes to blogging and Christianity. Some entrepreneurial evangelical, bless his heart, will show up at the God Blog convention, set up his kiosk, and promptly sell out of what is bound to be the next Christian kitsch classic--WWJB anyone?
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Greetings from a fellow catholic Christian with Restoration roots. :-) I found your blog via Mike Cope's comment section and have been enjoying your entries.
When we lived on the west coast, my friends used to laugh at me for saying "Bless her/his heart" in the midst of a negative comment or conversation about someone. I did not realize that it was something I had picked up while living in the south. I've done better lately at not saying negative things about people, so I don't use it as much these days, but I enjoyed reading where the saying came from.
When we lived on the west coast, my friends used to laugh at me for saying "Bless her/his heart" in the midst of a negative comment or conversation about someone. I did not realize that it was something I had picked up while living in the south. I've done better lately at not saying negative things about people, so I don't use it as much these days, but I enjoyed reading where the saying came from.
Dude, I'm lovin' the blog. I don't have Internet at the house (I know, I know...I'm like Cro Magnon man), so my Internet time is pretty much limited to Mon - Thurs (I'm off on Fridays...usually playing with the young 'uns). But you're hitting this thing pretty seriously, man.
I hate Christian kitsch. Hopefully, as a YM, I'm not a peddler of kitsch, though...although the kids dig the T-shirts.
I have a good friend & fellow blogger that you would enjoy reading. His blog is called Free Thoughts. Just click the link from my blog page.
And you're right....we take ourselves WAY too seriously.
I hate Christian kitsch. Hopefully, as a YM, I'm not a peddler of kitsch, though...although the kids dig the T-shirts.
I have a good friend & fellow blogger that you would enjoy reading. His blog is called Free Thoughts. Just click the link from my blog page.
And you're right....we take ourselves WAY too seriously.
Jason--
Thanks for stopping by again. Yeah, I know about the kids and the t-shirts. David's response to the "Get Stoned Like Paul" one was, "Gotta have it!"
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Thanks for stopping by again. Yeah, I know about the kids and the t-shirts. David's response to the "Get Stoned Like Paul" one was, "Gotta have it!"
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