Blogs make me mad. Not mad in general. In broad terms, they can be helpful tools for those hungry for a level-headed opinion. But let’s just be honest, they are often arrows in the dark. I was watching a movie with my son recently and the time period was the middle ages. The scene portrayed a group of men at night shooting arrows into an opposing tribe. My son looked at me and said, “That’s not fair. The other guys didn’t even know it was coming.” That is my picture of many blog–an attack on the defenseless. In the safety of a living room, protected by a fortress of the internet the attack begins. “I’m leaving.” “I’m pissed at this person.” “Those people are so stupid.” “I know everything.” Of course, everyone tries to appear as a humble sojourner. But what ultimately happens is they come across as smug, angry and deeply wounded. However, we read, we shake our heads and then forward it to the next gossip hungry soul.

The problem with blogs is this: It becomes all about us. And the problem with us is we’re ALWAYS the hero in our own story. Even when we are the victim, we’re the hero. Even when we are the offender, we come out smelling like a million bucks. Even when there is a wake of bodies behind us, we spin the story recounting there was an unseen tornado. Who would write on their own blog… “…you know what? I am really selfish. I am often dishonest so I can look good. I avoid conflict at all cost. I don’t like to submit to authority cause most of the time I am right.” Rarely have I seen that humility on the web. I’d like to. Maybe my blog should say that. Of course what I know to be true and others just aren’t telling me: My blog is probably the best. Mine kills everyone else’s. Honestly, there blogs kind of stink in comparison. However, I appreciate their hard work and recognize we’re all on a journey…