In the same way artists fear taking the drugs away will mess with their craft, I fear being a Christian may do the same to my writing.
Like I won’t be able to jerk off anymore or have real life experiences or say the word “fuhhk.”
WWJD?
Well I went back to church last month, and then again the next Sunday, and then again the Sunday after that…(not sure what demon possessed me to do that).
And in church when the band plays and the pretty girls sing I just stand there and cry and think about playing the drums and then think about my kids and cry some more, then settle down by the time the house lights come on, then go get Carl’s Jr.
And so far, “being a Christian” has stopped me from writing altogether, thank god! But for other reasons, like ADHD and, blame my parents, etc.
But here you are, reading these words, and let’s up hope it is a work of the lord–some way some how–as opposed to that of Satan, or of hostile AI, or of miscreant aliens.
And what would I say if I was a preacher?
I would say: live your life!
And let God do the editing.
I think God probably has ways and methods for working with raw materials like you and me, or at least knows people who do.
I sometimes imagine God sneers at me from above his horn-rimmed glasses, legs crossed, arms folded tightly against his chest (which they say in marriage counseling not to do when you talk to your spouse because “You want your non-verbal communication to be, open!!”)…
But then I realize, he can’t really blame me, if I’m pursuing my calling and trying to use it for human echolocation, right?
In fact, maybe for that, he gives me a warm hug and says “Welcome home son!”
-Paul