For better or worse (and at times it's been one or the other), I'm still standing, having neither been swallowed by the vastness of the infinity know as the World Wide Web nor growing to become a significant force on it.
This entity, like most of us in this mortal plane, lives and moves and has its being.
But we just don't "exist". Believe me, I am not an existentialist in any way, shape, form, or regard. "I think; therefore, I am not" just doesn't fly in my life.
I belong to Jesus Christ, however imperfectly I have returned what little I have been given over to Him. His claim on my being is still captivating; my complete response is still forthcoming. Conversion is not a "one and done" deal; the resurrection cycle is about maturation and surrender. A soul rarely becomes perfect here on earth, but here it must start.
I am reminded of the words of Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman, words I used in one of my very earliest posts:
God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission -- I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next.
I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good. I shall do His work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place while not intending it -- if I do but keep His commandments.
Therefore I will trust in Him. Whatever, wherever I am. I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him; in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him; if I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me -- still He knows what He is about.
And this 'blog, I hope is part of that.
So, what's the plan for the next twelve months?
More of the same, only better.