Forty eight hours ago I was tagged1. Forty eight hours ago I had no idea what “tagging” was or how it worked. So, sophisticated bloggers gather round and snigger as I get this meme thing wrong:

Rule 1) List three reasons for your blogging.
Rule 2) List these rules.
Rule 3) Tag three others with the thread.

Reasons:

  1. “hello world”: no more than the ego-centric attempt to find reassurance that I actually exist as a sentient being outside and beyond the roles allotted to me by job and social status.
  2. “hello brain”: it’s an external forum by which I am obliged to think and to articulate something more demanding than “three ways to be a better Christian” and “how do we increase our volunteer numbers? (hmm. note to self: two possible future blog entries)
  3. “hello God”: this is what I am thinking, Lord, and this is how I am trying to make sense of your calling of me. Tom Merton had a typewriter in a cabin in the woods. I have WordPress.

So I tag Dave, who’s got far too much on for this sort of thing; Doug who deals with much more elevated ideas than this sort of thing; and Kathryn, who is probably going to have to give up this sort of thing.

(There: did I get it right?)

  1. and he wants a beer as well! [↩]