Meaningless Conversation

I can't blog every day of this month. Well I could, but you would end up reading the useless dregs of my daily thoughts. I much prefer to write what I feel strongly about, or about what I'm strongly unsure of how I feel. Strongly is the key word there, but with all of that said, I'll try to be more consistent.

I know this: talk is cheap. Not just cheap, talk is worthless. I have days sometimes when I can look back and think, 'Nothing of what I said today mattered.' Nothing. I can have exhaustively drawn out conversations about matters of little or no consequence, I can look back on my words and see that they have carried no weight. I can talk an issue to death, but unless I do something about it, unless it actually affects the way I live, all of my talking amounts to nothing, or even destruction. I say that I love Jesus. I also say that I love tacos, and racquetball for that matter. I just need to make one clarification here, Jesus is no taco. But my words have made him one. The mindless babble that I live by has transformed the things that I hold dear in this world into things of little or no consequence.

I should hope that my actions and the life that I try to live is a revelation of whom I love, and what I care about, but for those who can only hear my words, I am nothing but a shallow, mercurial man who loves a good fish fry and Jehovah God, and possibly even in that order. I'm not down on my life, just on my cheap, cheap words.
love.