How do writers whose work is to be like the voice crying out in the wilderness, prophetic callers in the streets, those who endeavor to say and make sayable, also resist the urge to be the first or the only or the best or the just right sayer of the words?
I consider myself a writer, and while my space (or voice) is not a large as others, I have been wrestling with this very notion. Of being a silent prophet. In a way, I discovered myself because of writing. But more importantly, I discovered God more because of it and with each word I write, I see him a little more clearly. I have in my bio on my website, “Writing has never left me and I hope to never leave it.” Oh, how the same is true of Jesus and I see how much they are intertwined. For it’s when I feel that peace, as you mentioned, that shortly after follows a quiet nudge in my soul, until it becomes like a fire shut up in my bones that cannot be contained and must be poured out as words. I want more of that this year.
I consider myself a writer, and while my space (or voice) is not a large as others, I have been wrestling with this very notion. Of being a silent prophet. In a way, I discovered myself because of writing. But more importantly, I discovered God more because of it and with each word I write, I see him a little more clearly. I have in my bio on my website, “Writing has never left me and I hope to never leave it.” Oh, how the same is true of Jesus and I see how much they are intertwined. For it’s when I feel that peace, as you mentioned, that shortly after follows a quiet nudge in my soul, until it becomes like a fire shut up in my bones that cannot be contained and must be poured out as words. I want more of that this year.