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Steve Herrmann's avatar

Spot on as usual Grant, thanks for all the lies 😀. To my mind, the lies Christian writers believe are not merely professional anxieties, they are sacramental heresies, distortions of the incarnation itself. For if the Word became flesh, then words matter infinitely, not as abstract vessels of piety, but as enfleshed vessels of grace. The lie that "explicitly Christian content" alone honors God betrays I think a Gnostic contempt for the material world, as if Christ’s redemption stops at the church door and does not permeate compost bins, camera lenses, and spreadsheets. To write about these things with excellence is to preach the resurrection of all things.

The fear that struggle disqualifies us from writing about faith is perhaps the most diabolical lie of all, for it denies the very logic of the Cross. The sacred page was written by hands that shook… David mid-lament, Paul with his thorn, John exiled and alone. Their authority came not from having transcended weakness, but from having been transfigured within it. When a writer hides their doubt, they rob Christ of His glory, for His power is perfected in trembling hands that still choose to type.

And what of craft? To call its pursuit vanity is to insult the Carpenter who shaped wood with divine attention before shaping history. The Spirit who hovered over the formless void is the same Spirit who filled Bezalel with artistic skill. Not as a secondary gift, but as a sacred vocation. Every sentence honed, every metaphor polished, is an act of sacramental obedience, a participation in the divine creative act that spoke galaxies into being.

The lie that writing is a solitary act ignores the Trinity itself. The Father speaks, the Son is the Word, the Spirit is the breath between them. All creation is collaborative. Your most "solitary" writing is already a conversation with the cloud of witnesses, with the readers who will one day receive your words as manna, with the God who whispers over your shoulder.

So let us write, not as a performance, but as a priest at the altar of daily life. May our keystrokes be prayers, our backspace key a confession, our published work a sacrament.

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Linda M. Au's avatar

As a humor writer, I definitely catch myself asking why I've always had this goal to make people laugh. Sometimes it feels like I'm trying to distract people from the seriousness of life.

But, having come through some very dire life events in my own past, I know that what got me through was laughter... remembering that things could still be funny, could still bring me joy and happiness. And then I realize that wanting to share that same feeling with others can be a blessing to them. Humor might just be a small step back to normalcy for struggling people.

Thanks so much for these timely reminders (especially those tied with current social media practices).

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