Writing is Passion and Message

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Is writing about being a successful writer or is it about communicating a message?

Writers write to inform, guide, challenge, and create. For the purposes of this article, I will talk about one aspect of writing, the area of message, writing that is for the purpose of conveying a message. The non-fiction or fiction writer creates a message to sell an idea or to draw attention to a concept or societal problem. The message evolves over time. Soon it grows and gains a following. Most who have written a book that delivers a message, expect that their book will meet a need, grow a following, and address an area of concern with practical knowledge.  Expertise in the field helps grow their “brand,” dispensing and detailing expert advice and knowledge they are able to offer their readership.

However, writing is not only about becoming successful, creating a name for yourself, or building a following. I think not. Those things are part of the deal but not the most important element. I think, quite possibly, we have created a monster by the way we look at publishing these days. Established authors panic when their numbers aren’t up as if their worth as a writer is linked to positive rankings. This concerns me. I sense a desperation in some writer’s blogs as they implore their readers to participate in some activity to help them succeed in a measurable high-volume way. It is starting to become a turn-off.  It brings to mind an apt analogy. It is somewhat like a pastor who measures success by the members in attendance, be they low—he’s done poorly, be they high—he’s done well, forgetting that the message is multiplied in the listener and cannot be statistically proven. Some writers may never see the impact of their writing, but future generations may find their nuggets of value, recognized in the truths written long before these author’s became known for their writings.

Message-driven writing is about passion. It is about having something to say that is worth saying, something that the writer believes has merit and value. Their writing has an objective. Writing is communicating big ideas in carefully crafted wordings. Writing is speaking with a musicality endearing to the reader causing them to want more. Writing with substance is to take writing to a level of purposed endeavor which will influence and create something lasting for its intended audience.

I believe if we only write to make money or to be successful then we have missed the point of the greater reason.

If it is only about dollars and cents, writing will be of a temporary quality with little lasting value. Writing which captures ideas to bring them to life by incorporating understanding of human foibles, errors, and triumphs, will endure and become legendary. Cranking out volumes of text only to pay the bills—in itself is not what writing in its pure form is about. The test of time will sift the wheat from the chaff. Time showcases the people who know how to write, spill their guts, and make language speak in ways people can absorb whereby causing the cream to rise to the top. Real writing has something to say that is worth saying, if not for others then at least for one’s self.

Great writers write because their voices refuse to be silent.

The fire burns within them. Some writers did their writing from prison cells where they languished for their beliefs of no compromise or deliverance. Thoughts came to them in the quietness of the hidden place behind walls of seclusion. Yet, their voice did speak. It arose and overcame. It triumphed. There, some of the greatest works ever written, blossomed within the harshness of their crucible. The spirit within would not die nor would they disbelieve in the greater good that could be accomplished if the truth could be released from out of the bowels of their tomb. Some authors’ works speak louder in today’s world than in the day in which they were written: Tolkien, Lewis, Bonhoeffer, Solzhenitsyn, Bunyan, Hannard, The Apostle Paul, Saint John, Julian, Merton, and Chesterton to name a few. These writers had much to say that came out of lives bound to a greater purpose. The world is a better place, richer in dimension because of their contributions.

Passion and writing are like hand in glove, one needs the other to make it work. Writing is the observation of the nuances of language and emotions of life, showing the spirit of the spiritual and evil of the diabolical coming together in an on-going clash of plot and message. It teaches through subliminal message and characterization by skillful development of carefully constructed plots which weave the very essence of life and living.

Writers write like sculptors sculpt. The heart of the writer releases the image through the uniting of their soul with the material at hand. They see the hidden message found in the beauty or distress of the moment. By means of expression with unexpected and unusual clarity, they craft the scene and move the person into it. Their words take us to the place, emotion, belief, or conflict. Our eyes see through their words. They have fulfilled their destiny. The message has been given out and it has been received in. That is where the truth resides and is why the messenger writes.

N. L. Brumbaugh, with something to think about.

Spiritual Truth that is REAL (Part 1)

We don’t always understand the confusing parts of our lives. We don’t always address our pain in satisfactory ways. We say cliche’s and positive words pretending that they are true even when our daily experience says it’s otherwise. We know what is true in the ways of truth, but these same truths ring false in our experiences.

Butte Creek Canyon: Photo NLB

PATH TO SPIRITUAL FREEDOM

That is where I was in my personal journey some twelve years ago. I had tried everything I knew to become a strong person of faith.  I was strong, well respected, a woman of spiritual strength with a heart for God. Yet. But the pain and problems had erected a formidable fortress of which I knew not how to trespass. It was a perfect storm. I was forced to give up doing it my way. I have to say, in reality, it was the end of one way of living but the beginning of a new way of living.

“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight. So that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Jesus Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.”   Philippians 1:9-10 (emphasis is mine)
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I had experienced many hurts in my life: loss, rejection, failure, and betrayal. These were complicated by other issues including a lack of belief in my own self-worth. I took the initial step that set me on a new path of spiritual discovery one week after my world was rocked by circumstances beyond my control. I was hurting in a major way. Business as usual was no longer an option. I no longer could maintain and knew I was heading toward a breakdown if something didn’t change. I had to face the truth. Either change or fall apart.  A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.*  I wrote a prayer of commitment that essentially began this amazing process that has changed my spiritual life. To begin with, I bought a standard college issue composition book that I would use to document my journey as I took a decided step onto a side path that would head in a new direction, one with an unclear, undetermined destination. In the doing of this, I was leaving the well-worn spiritual path which had been my conventional spiritual walk since the days of my youth. I was desperate to reinvent my life somehow, someway. My heart was breaking as I wrote on the first page of what would become my Journal #1.

Gracious Father,
Work on my heart and mind. Help me to learn to listen. Help me to push past my fear and to have eyes to see. I want to see Jesus. May my reality adjust and readjust as my vision for you changes. May I see you alone. May the work you are doing in me be used outwardly to minister to others. I seek you and you alone. February 2002

After writing out my prayer and praying it to God, I began moving forward in a search to find the cheese** not knowing where my spiritual wanderings would take me. I started looking outside the spiritual box of known religious conformity and practiced spirituality, the form and conventions of obedient and scripted ways of living the spiritual life. This was not a rejection of what I had known as a Christian. None of those things were bad. Nope. That was not it at all. It was something else. It was this. They had never been enough. Why not? The abundant life had escaped me. What I knew, both intellectually and spiritually, did not address an inner need I had that was stifling my spiritual life, something I truly did not understand at all. Pain and despair dogged my spirit life. My new wish for something more was not a rejection of faith or belief. It was quite the opposite. I wanted more in the spiritual realm. The prior week had contained almost more than I could bear. I was running on empty. What I had tried to fend off for twenty years was now becoming my new reality. I would have to adjust to face it. This was easier said than done. It was too much, too long, and I was too dry in my spirit to continue on as I had been. I felt deadness implode in on me. I knew I could not survive the new set of difficult circumstances in my personal life without God’s intervention and help. I was too wounded, and the pain had been building far too long.

I made a choice that day. An intentional act that has defined my days ever since.  I chose to turn a new direction, to go out on a limb with God, by making a firm commitment to God as I asked for a new identity—if that was what I needed. I was done, unable to continue going through the motions but not really living. I said to God, “You take it. I can’t do this. I don’t want to live like this any more.” It was hard to know just what was wrong with me. The darkness was overwhelming and the emotional pain was always present throughout the course of each day. I knew it wasn’t depression, although some depression was present, it was something else that completely eluded me.

The original writingRejection seemed to be the curse I had received or internalized in the hand I had been dealt in recent years. Enough is enough. It was decision time. I weighed my options. No, I didn’t want to become a bitter person. Yes, I would choose to be better rather than bitter. No, I wouldn’t be angry at God for not answering my prayers. Yes, I would continue trusting him.  I had nothing to lose. The worst had already happened. In my living room on that ugly February day, I decided I would give it my best, the whole nine yards, by giving up and letting God take over. I knew, even in my brokenness, that I would use this for the good, that there was a glimmer of  light in my future. I knew if God could change me and make me different in some way, I would use it for him. I decided to promise myself and promise God that I would make my pain count for something useful for the benefit of others. In addition to the help that I could gain, I vowed to use anything that God would teach me to help the silent suffering within the Christian community of believers. My pain would not be wasted. My prayer was written in response to pain.  I look back on it as one of the most definitive of choices I have ever made. It changed everything because I meant EVERY word of it, and God knew it!

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* Quote by Lao-tzu, 604 -531 BC

**Who Moved My Cheese” by Spencer Johnson