I’ve been thinking about why I write this blog at all. I’m not sure I remember why I started except that I think it had something to do with my wife suggesting it. It began mostly as a writing exercise without much interest in who my readers might be or what they might think about it. It’s not really a personal journal. I’m not much interested on line group therapy, and I’m not very good at telling pithy stories with a great moral at the end. For me it has become a platform for sharing ideas on things theological, economic and political with an eye toward developing something like a conversation with anyone who might be interested. My only disappointment has been the discovery that none of the other clergy in my diocese read, or are even slightly interested in reading, what I have to say. But then, why should they? I’m sure that what I have to think and say is of no more value than what they have to think and say, and invitations to log on and wade into online conversation around the subjects I choose can appear, if nothing else, presumptuous in the extreme. On the other hand, I’ve been blessed by several regular readers who have had important, insightful things to say, and if I ever get to Southern California or up into Manitoba I’d like to meet a couple of them face-to-face.