Everyone is a writer these days, it seems. Funny, I never wanted to call myself a writer. The word sounded too lofty, too intelligent, too exclusive. For the longest time, I could rationalize: because I write, I must be a writer, but I’m not a writer-writer.
After over twenty-five years of writing for publication (dare I say, “professionally”), I can look myself in the mirror and say, “Yes, Effie, you are a writer.” I’ve passed the test. I can’t not write. Any period of time that passes when I’ve neglected the keyboard causes me great pain, and I don’t mean in my finger tips or in my tochis for not putting the seat of the pants on the seat of the chair.
As painful as it is, I wouldn’t begrudge anyone of written expression. Writing is a way to heal the mind, comfort the soul, or sway an opponent. It’s also a grave responsibility. For that reason, sometimes an essay or even a list must be revised or rewritten, as in the case of Moses with the 10 Commandments on the two tablets (Ex. 34:1). See, we have nothing on the ancients. We only have computer glitches, but Moses actually crashed the stone tablets down a mountain side.
I’m glad one of my favorite biblical accounts on writing not only survived, but is eternal. I love reading about the very finger of God writing in the dirt (John 8:6). His message was for the one without sin to cast the first stone. That adulterous crowd disbursed without tossing a single pebble. Amazing things happen in the presence of Jesus.
A more recent writing means a lot to me. My son, Kendahl Gross wrote on Psalm 23. He doesn’t consider himself a writer, but then, he did write. So….
With permission, I give you his writing with great joy.
Psalms 23 (A psalm of David) Paraphrased by Ken Gross
God pursues food and drink on my behalf so I always have what I need even when I am in the desert.
When I am in need of restoral, he brings me back to rolling hills of grass and gentle streams of water.
This time with him renews me from the inside out.
He shows me a way of living that brings honor to his name.
It seems that even though I am in depressing circumstances,
I will have courage,
Because I feel your presence like a shadow, always close.
You arm yourself for my defense and you always know the right direction to travel, this is reassuring to me.
Even though people who hate me are nearby, we still celebrate together. We find time to eat and drink well, to recall all of the gifts I have received.
Somehow I find the Master honoring the servant, and it humbles me.
You have filled my life with blessings and now the additional blessings have no room and spill out onto others.
“Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life,
And I will live in the house of the Lord forever.”
No other words are needed. I encourage you to write a Psalm or whatever interests you most. Our best writing comes from the heart. Amazing things happen when we write in the presence of Jesus. Selah.