I have this journal now, an actual one to write in, like with my hands, a pen, and everything. Anyway, sometimes it's easier for me to be thoughtful when there isn't a computer screen in front of me. But I liked some of what I wrote, so I might from time to time copy some of my thoughts onto this page, on the offchance that a few people out there are still paying attention. Some of this will surely stem from some new ideas about reality colliding with my faith and mixing together in a sort of "new kind of christian" way, or, as the Switchfoot song says, "a new way to be human". Here's the first one.
When does a 'brave fae' become courage?
When someone puts on a brave face, it is, in part, a resignation, acknowledging what, in one's perception, simply is.
But courage? Courage acknowledges the possibilities. Courage believes! It believes in the power of good. It believes in the future. Courage is steadfast in the face of failure. Defiant in the face of challenges. Calm and collected. Cheerful and undying.
So when does one become the other? How can a person cross over to true courage? What does it take? A change of thoughts? When do thoughts become beliefs? Can one make it happen? Wrestle, grasp, and force reality to your will? Or must one embrace the possibilities, ride the wave of eventualities, skip from moment to moment, 'til the current carries one to the eventuality of truth, belief, faith, courage.
Questions continue to pour in my head, wondering how best to proceed with my life, wondering how to get it right. Not just living a moral existence, but a fulfilled one, a good and peace-filled life, being salt and light in the world and a blessing to neighbors and friends and enemies and all. Questions. ...