Is it cold in here, or is it just you (or me)?

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In Those Days, Mom gave me a diary for my birthday. I know many of you might think that was an odd gift for a 14 year old boy, but I thought it was really cool. She had one, and like most others having diaries, no one was ever allowed to see what was written inside. They were secret in a sense, only to be read by yourself or someone else at a later time. Much later.

I carried mine with me to school. The bus/train ride consumed about two hours each way, and I would huddle in a seat by myself while I wrote. You know, personal things. Things that I never really understood. Like the German girl, Inge, that I met in town. She was older and smart, with really big boobs, but I knew I never had a chance with her because she was outside my league. I'd write about my parents, siblings, and school teachers. And how I got creamed trying to make that game saving tackle, and how my baseball coach told me to try to get on base with a walk. I thought he did it because he had no faith that I could get a hit.

I often wonder what ever happened to that diary, and my Mom's as well. I know I had it until I got married, but then what? I wish I had it now. Nobody ever got to read them as they were intended. Not I, nor anyone else that I knew anyway. Perhaps some stranger picked it out of the trash and gave it to a museum somewhere, but likely not. More likely it rotted and has returned itself to the earth somehow. And nobody really cares but me.

Now, some 45 years later, nobody that I know keeps a diary. They are called "journals" now days anyway. But there are blogs, and a whole lot of people like me, write them. But blogs are different than diaries or journals.

This blog first began much like a diary. I didn't care if anybody read it. It was just a means for me to know me. And as it evolved, I learned that there were others that enjoyed reading it for some reason or another. Some wanted to argue. Others laughed, while most just raised a brow and thought, "Wow, did he just say that?"

This blog is not secret, and it is no longer meant for me to discover me. It for you to discover you, through me. It is to speak the truth by saying what needs to be said. To remind you of where we have been. To awaken you so that you will see where we are going. To credit those worthy of credit and to bring to light the darkness of others. And to praise our Lord.

But sometimes I ask my self, "Is it cold in here, or is it just you?" If it were not for the counter, I would wonder whether anyone is actually reading. I know that you are there, but I sure wish you'd speak up. Certainly you have an opinion. I welcome those whether or not you agree with me. It's time to get off your butts. To awake. To stand for what you believe. To be American.
To do what you can to keep it America. To rise against corruption. To rebuild you ethics. And to comment, like you did with some of the older posts!

Or, is it time that you just begin, or continue writing in your own "secret" diary, just waiting for someone to read it when it's too late?
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