I shoulda been a hermit

After breakfast and conversation with my friend Wes Wednesday morning I continued scanning in that bag of old Jacksonville photographs. There are about 50 of them in the bag and I’m puzzled about how to organize them for posting on my website.

I have a thumbnail making program that I haven’t used for a while but with so many photos, I think I’ll have to split the collection to make it manageable.

I suspect that for me this project is a way to avoid writing. Had the photos ended up in a dumpster, no one would have missed them but I feel that since they fell into my hands I should try to preserve them in case some future historian may find them useful.

I keep a lot of stuff like that for my imaginary future friend.

Spiritually I’m about as low as I’ve ever been.

I need a refresh button.

Actually, I suppose what I need is resurrection because I feel as dead and dry and lifeless as that bag of old pictures.

Other Christians express such confidence, but I have none. I don’t mean confidence about Christ, I’m convinced He is God come in the flesh; but I mean confidence in life and church and social issues and stuff like that. I’m not at all sure when it comes to matters like that. I think I’d have made a great hermit, sitting in a cave untouched by humanity.

It’s when I stick my head out of the cave that I get confused.