For some reason, you clicked “Socks”. Is this because you like socks, or because you are a naturally curious person?
The point of this page is to talk about one of my favorite pictures…
I hate flowery things. But I love irony. After my brother-in-law’s wedding, my daughter was given a bouquet of flowers and told that she should try to dry them out and save them. So we put them on the dashboard, then we went to the beach. My three year old got his socks wet. He didn’t enjoy wearing wet socks as much as he thought he would, so we put them on the dashboard to dry them out.
The picture struck me as cheerfully ironic, and it makes me happy to see those two thing side by side. My epistles are like this picture. In each letter there is a beautiful bouquet of encouragement, mixed with something that simply doesn’t fit. What is it that doesn’t fit? Well, it’s me. I’m not an encouraging person, and I HATE writing. I also hate being encouraged. If I’m doing poorly at something, I want somebody to acknowledge that I just suck and let me move on with my life. If you are doing poorly at something, I will do the same for you.
And yet, as a Christian, I feel this overwhelming compulsion to encourage people that I think might otherwise be discouraged by Christians. And there are plenty of Christians who are constantly discouraged by other Christians. The reason this blog exists is simple: so that everyone would know that they are loved, even if they look or smell like a dirty wet pair of socks.