Writing is an act of love for the “Christian” writer (the writer who is not merely Christian in the sense of a religious identity, but rather a true follower and disciple of Jesus—one who partakes in his very nature and personality by way of God’s inhabiting presence [Gal. 2:20 cf. 2 Pt. 1:4). I say for “the disciple of Jesus” because other writers may write from any number of motives—money, the need to be heard or speak, boredom—but the disciple writes for love.
This kind of writer gives in secret. All alone the Christian writer gives shape to thoughts and emotions that spring from fellowship with Christ and their desire is to express love for Christ and all whom He loves. I long to know Christ and to make him known. What he shows me in my writing is–that self-giving is the expression of love. And this solitary act of writing is an act of love, at first hidden and unseen. Only later does the Lord bring it out into the open. And then, not all, but only that which He would commend.
How I desire for my body of work, my writing, to help my brothers and sisters to Know Him better and to Make Him Known. That His love might be my highest aim. I keep thinking that perhaps if I give myself to this lonely work, their experience will be one of great blessing and communion with Christ and the church.
Perhaps in this solitary expression of my heart, in these hours days and weeks of parading symbols across a blank white page, a receptive heart and mind will soar into greater heights with Jesus. Perhaps this place at my computer keyboard is the place where my gifts and life-experience, my love for Jesus and my heavenly Father will speak to a hungry heart and lift it into the courts of the New Jerusalem. Maybe, this time alone can unveil a view from the Mountains of Pomegranates. This aloneness, this word-smything, then connects me with all human hearts through my love for my Savior.
Thank you Lord for the gift of writing.