I’ve decided I’m a “demonstrative introvert”. I have no problem being up in front of people, (unless it’s a firing squad, that could be a problem), but I re-fuel myself in solitude. My daughter says that I’m too loud when I enter a room (I’ve gotten better with practice), but my favorite time of day is the cool quiet of the morning. I tend toward, as Mark Twain quipped, “explosions of opinion”, I laugh out loud, and I raise my hands both at football games and church, but I’m revived in quiet contemplation here at the keyboard.
So I guess the sharing of myself is a bit ambiguous. Yet God expects it, and has created me (and all of His children) to do exactly that. And the best place to start is at the beginning, which is another reason why I like the account of the “man born blind”—
After Jesus heals him, this poor guy is confronted Continue reading “The demonstrative introvert…(huh?)”