I Guess I Hate the Word Strong

I should be sleeping. Or writing a review for my other blog, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.

I hate the term strong Christian. I haven’t ever liked it, and lots of people I like use it. I prefer, if you must, committed Christian. I think the word strong implies, for example, that someone is doing something very right, someone for whom weakness is not an issue. Mostly, I think it suggests a little too much emphasis on the believer. I think mostly, it suggests a lack of doubt and that bothers me. That’s why I prefer committed. I think the word committed simply describes someone who has chosen to live in the Christian way of life. When they have doubt, they choose to bring it under the authority of what they believe. In other words, they may act differently than how they feel, because they are committed to being a Christian. It leaves room to be weak as a human as long as you continually submit yourself to the working of the Holy Spirit, any strength is really the strength of God in you. I don’t know if this makes sense but I feel like the term strong Christian invites a lot of pretense and may discourage people from unmasking with each other when they really need one another’s support.

Secondly, I have grown to dislike “strong female character.” I probably still use this one, but I’m trying to get better. This will make a better post for my other blog. If I were a character in a book, I would not be a strong female character. A) I don’t know any martial arts B) I don’t think I’ve been chosen to save the world. C) I have big huge weaknesses and flaws that aren’t “cool” weaknesses and flaws to have. Don’t get me wrong, I love complicated powerful female characters, but I think other kinds of female characters can be interesting as well. Oh and no one ever says strong male character. The whole idea that strong women are the exception rather than the rule bothers me, even though I am not a strong one myself!

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Writer’s Block

I haven’t written in awhile because it’s been really hard for me to concentrate on anything for a certain length of time. While my mind continues to work things over, my heart it seems, has gone still in some ways. And without heart, for me, there is no writing.

One thing I’ve noticed as I’ve been packing is that my life is one huge shout of defiance in the face of mortality. So many books. So many DVDs. So many CDs. As if I have endless time to simply sit and enjoy them. Culling books has suddenly become easy when I consider how precious time is, how little there is of it, and how few really amazing books there are. And also, if I miss out on one, well I’ll never know.

I remember how I used to acquire an author’s backlist if I liked them well enough. I’m getting to a point in my life where liking an author well enough is not reason enough to even read another book by them.

The insane addiction that must be broken is that of getting parcels in the mail. This is harder than you might imagine, I actually do get a rush from opening up books that have come in the mail. It’s like a sad day can be made right when I come home and find a small pile of books waiting for me. But really and truly I do not have room for them and even worse I don’t think this is particularly helpful for the environment or for publishing.

I write this all here because book lovers happen to also be enablers. This is how I know for sure it’s a condition, book lovers will say all manner of things to try and convince you that this is okay because it’s books. They will have an actual negative reaction to the idea of anyone getting rid of books…much like a drinker responding to someone who is trying to dry out. Instead of encouraging you in your goal they will explain why they could never do the same thing.

YOU THINK I’M KIDDING BUT I’M NOT.

I know because I’ve done it myself.

So once this huge project of culling books down to only those I cannot live without and those I really want to read is done, maybe I can return here and really use this blog. I miss it. I think of it all the time.