Down dropt the breeze,the sails dropt down/
‘Twas sad as sad could be; /
And we did speak only to break /
The silence of the sea! …Day after day, day after day /
We stuck, nor breath nor motion /
As idle as a painted ship / Upon a painted ocean.
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
There are times when I lose the wind in my sails. It happens to the best of sailors and I’m certainly not that. I’m speaking figuratively, of course, and I’m speaking of writing one more blog post while a blank page keeps staring back at me with the challenge of a blinking cursor that says, “no more words!”
Sometimes the thoughts, ideas and words flood into my mind so fast that the sails of the old schooner/ billowing/ filled with wind/ threaten to capsize the whole vessel. At such time it’s all I can do to quickly reel in and capture notes of the swirling ideas for further development in the future.
But at times of the blinking cursor, no stored words or notes apply. No words. No pictures. No ideas. No sketches. No nothing. Not a ripple. Not even a cat’s paw upon the surface of a glassy sea. Sit at my desk, half-closed eyes looking at that computer screen. Vacant. Empty. Blank. Stare.
And. so! In the vast, barren, desolation of nothingness a big “SO WHAT – I DON’T CARE!” out of nowhere comes flooding in to fill the void.
That demon, apathy, floods the bilges and tries to sink, weigh down, or otherwise make the helm unresponsive to any set course of headway. What to do. “Who cares?” “What does it matter anyway?” Apathy! “I don’t write for profit.” Apathy. “My existence does not depend on being a writer of words on a page, screen, abandoned building walls, nor the temptation of a granular sandy beach in a tropical sun. My life is not dependent on words.” Apathy. Challenging. Taunting. It’s desire is to have me. To take over completely by causing me to mount a mutiny against — myself.
“BUT, (I say) I need words to organize and describe the illustrative snapshots. The parts and parcels. The yet-to-be-organized pictures, murals, illuminative designs I have in my mind that I want to communicate to – well – to whomever.” I begin a defensive counter attack. “Jehovah Nissi – the Lord is my banner!” It is under Him that I serve. I am not writing for my own ideas, for my financial gain, neither for fame nor fortune. I’m writing to make Him known, to magnify – to glorify – my Savior — from my perspective, sure. But who’s perspective do I know – do I have the experience of – other than my own? And what person who writes can say any more? For better or worse, who can describe more?”
Apathy reels. It is daunted! It’s unsure of its position. It begins to vacate the bilges. It’s backing away, unsure of it’s footing, with wide-eyed concern. The mutiny is weakening. It’s desire to have me is weakening. It is draining away back into the wide-open seas. The battle belongs to the LORD! It is His to have the Victory, once again! Trust and obey, trust and obey. Good thing to remember.
A good thing to remember whether the sails are windless and the vessel becalmed or the seas are thrashing under heavy weather with sails ripping and timbers creaking. Trust and obey the Captain, under Whose banner we serve.
And, so! Onward to the next “battle of the ages” called life, in this age of the earth that is called ‘today.’
“Today, if you hear his voice,
do not harden your hearts
as you did in the rebellion.” * -g.w
“and that this entire assembly may know that the Lord does not save with the sword or with the spear; for the battle is the Lord’s and He will hand you (apathy, or whatever situation) over to us.” 1 Samuel 17:47
Some day this war will end. When it’s over it will be over. Until then it is just keep putting one foot in front of the next. Never give up, never give in! -g.w
*Hebrews 3: 15