“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every matter under heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1 NASB)
Unlike car batteries or smoked turkey from the deli, gauging the life of something like this blog can be difficult and imprecise. I believe Solomon found this to be the case for a lot of things, and that’s why he wrote Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. Obviously, it was not yet a time for royalties—unless “a time to gather stones” is a cryptic reference–otherwise he could have made a killing. Instead, The Byrds got them. (Turn! Turn! Turn! just in case it slipped your mind.)
I just passed 100 posts recently. Some days I was at the keyboard at 4 a.m. doing this, then picking it up at the end of the work day. Some weekends I did three posts each on Saturday and Sunday. I enjoy doing this. It’s not like shoveling snow or cleaning the gutters. So you don’t need to commiserate with me. And no one owes me anything.
But I definitely sense that I’m turning a corner (i.e., changing direction) to do something different, so I am going to set this aside. I may post occasionally, but I won’t be returning to the 7-days-a-week schedule anytime soon that I anticipate.
I have never had a lot of visitors and never expected to. I am not disappointed by that, and that has nothing to do with why I am pushing the keyboard away. There is a time for everything and this has run its course. That’s it. Unless Matt Drudge knows something I don’t, there’s no story there.
If silence is golden, yours has been 24 karats. In 113 posts, I have received one comment. Actually, even that is misleading. The comment was “Nice.” One word. Calvin Coolidge couldn’t have said it better.
Obviously, I have to guess why. Did I make too many people angry? Did I leave you confused? One thing I find very hard to believe—in this Late Logorrheic Era with Twitter, Facebook and a billion blogs roaming the land—is that I left anyone speechless.
I’m not going to take anything down. I’ve tried to anchor everything I write to the word, and while “the grass withers and the flowers fall [and likewise blogs], the word of our God endures forever” (Isa 40:8).
Thanks for visiting. I don’t know any of you, but David wrote, “O Lord, you have searched me and known me” (Ps 139:1), so I know who does. I hope you do, too.