an epiphany

I had an epiphany.

What is an epiphany, you ask?  To the uninformed, to which I often find myself cast, it is a light shining in the darkness.  It is an understanding, or a perceived understanding, where previously there was none.  It is a revelation, leading one towards new truths and new hopes with a simple realization of clarity where once all was bland mud.

My own epiphany was simple: if one calls oneself a writer, one should write.

Basic.  Elementary.  Plain as the nose on my face.  

A runner must run.  A dancer must dance.  A leader must lead.  To do otherwise is to stand contrary to the very title one purports to hold.  If I was to continue believing myself to be a writer, and yet I never wrote, how could I claim it as my own any longer?  There must exist action behind the word; otherwise, the word cannot, and does not, apply.  How can it?  Words identify action.  If there is no action, there is no word.

Thus, to maintain the integrity of my steadfast belief, that writing is the purpose God has stirred deep within my soul, that I have been created to create, to employ the words I know and the words I hear to share the ideas fostered by the observations I see and the opinions I develop, I need to write - and no more excuses can be tolerated.  There may be no venue to reach thousands upon thousands of readers - and even if there were, no guarantee suggests those thousands upon thousands would care a whit of what thoughts or notions fly from my pen.  The goal, the purpose, the action is simply to write.  

The Apostle Paul talks of one person plants, while another person waters, and it is God who gives the growth.  

Whether any comes of this effort here or not, I cannot say.  I am here simply as one who plants.  It is God who gives the growth.