Rising From the Ashes

Sheepishly as if eyes were watching him, he approaches his key board clears a path to the track pad and keyboard. He looks at the screen then the i-sight camera still feeling like someone is watching, he opens up the blogging program. He signs in and wonders what  he should write about after all of these months of silence. Almost apologetically Frank tries to gather his thoughts and then realizes that there just aren't that many new things to offer the rest of the world...screech (screaming tires and then the sound of a car crash, the sound of twisting metal and busting glass...it sounds better in an audio book or on the radio).

Wait a minute he is one of the most interesting people he knows; certainly things will come and the world will be a better place.

Making a resolution this year to blog once again he has already failed by 3 days. With this understanding of the weakness of his own character and with the knowledge that weakness seems to not only run through out his life, I am, (I mean Frank is) certain that, they have in fact in recent months purchased race cars and are using his mind and lifestyle as a race track.

Oh the misery and the condemnation that this sense of failure brings...and once again the despair of his own short comings loom like a thundering storm cloud that will most certainly bring flooding and damage to the the small community that was once a happy man.

How does one begin to rebuild in the ruble of what seemed a glorious ancient culture. He determines that this amazing civilization will rise again only by the turning over of stones and picking through the twisted lumber and salvaging what he can...one day at a time...one post at a time until once again all of his friends will know that like a Phoenix he has risen from the flames of devastation and obscurity.

So many thought so many ideas and yet so little time to blog. Understanding that others have the same number of hours in their days and that this capital must be budgeted and spent wisely. Being the giving person that he is he wonders; can he remain effective in the tangible world of real people and still send his thoughts to people he does not know or will never meet. Could it be that both could be accomplished? Could he somehow be insightful and encouraging to those who read in the far reaches of this ever shrinking planet, and still minister to needs in Marshfield, Wausau and who knows where. This poor man with a guilty conscience trying to be all things to all men must...somehow...fight...through these... hindrances.

A mental picture from the long past days of comic books comes of Lex Luthor and Superman; it is the weakness that kryptonite brings. Yet somehow he must push through the impending doom and fight until he once again soars. Frank (with the help of the superman analogy) once again realizes that in spite of frailties, weakness and very few gray cells (brain power) he can in fact push through, he will once again rise and be better...(still not sure at what).

But that will come another day...stay tuned...do not touch that knob...do not attempt to change the channel.

Whew I am exhausted.