I have been accused of having no color. Bonnie records her writing in purple, and then everyone knows that she is going to be writing about colorful things, I presume. I can accept that. However, someone has accused me of just being the pontificator. (Somewhere in the back of my muddled mind is a word that starts out with the pont.... and refers to the pope. ) Does that mean that I write only things that the pope would write.
I figured that those who read my words would, might want to know about what is happening down here with reference to our mission. So I have hesitated to write any pontious words until I had an interesting, or something that I thought was interesting and would be to others. But I have been criticized, laughed at, and told that no one wants to read my pontificationing. So either I stop ponting, or I assume my real identity and put things here that someone may want to read about, not about the mission, the language, the preaching of the gospel, sharing testimony in classes, kids lives changing, changing the world, or being turned into something un-natural... I just better stick to CRUSHING to death sticks that my wife is in mortal fear of. (Actually, it did look like a long skinny, mal-nutrition ed cockroach that was in search of some of Bonnie's good cooking...)
The sky is falling, and I am receiving parts of it. On my head, on my tooth brush, and all around the bathroom. You see, we have mold or some kind of fungus (maybe this is ponting again???) growing out of the ceiling and dropping every day on my razor, toothbrush, and in the air. I guess I am breathing it also, Bon says we should get rid of it and try to find out if it is damaging me, and us. Perhaps that is why I always end up pontificating. After we rid ourselves of all the mold, fungus and stuff in the air, I may return to..... But then again, I may.
Maybe it is the color, and I should start writing in color? And what other color but RED? Well, I have to evaluate the whole foundation of me and my putting words on paper.
Maybe I should put something like this: Pont: and then pontificate. Then if I don't pont, I can just start writing.
PONT: I love the clouds down here, the problem is, they have electrical wires all over and destroy my view of the clouds. They roll through every day, big large, white fluffy ones. They are so beautiful.
Now as I go back and read the above mentioned ponting, I can see that it is boring and that no one would want to read about the clouds down here, right? I guess I need to do some real soul searching about what I write in this blog. I just seem addicted to falling into ponting, writing things that no one wants to hear about. Maybe I need to just pass that duty on to the cock roach hunter I live with. She hunts em, I flatten them. Good team, huh? Next one we see, or she finds, we ought to take a picture of it to verify that it really is a roach, or a stick, and my saving antics.
I guess you can see that I am suffering from an identify crisis. Should I be colorful, changing my pontificating, writing style, or what? Maybe I should do as the whole world does, put it out to the masses, those three who read this blog, and ask them, take a poll? They can dictate how, if I should continue to write?
Well it is my turn to leave and let the real writer write, the purple one, the cock roach hunter take over.
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