HarryLove.org
After much weeping and gnashing of teeth, I have separated the sheep from the goats in my very imperfect, non-What-Would-Jesus-Design way. And so, HarryLove.org is now open for public lambasting. Just don’t ask me what it’s for.
After much weeping and gnashing of teeth, I have separated the sheep from the goats in my very imperfect, non-What-Would-Jesus-Design way. And so, HarryLove.org is now open for public lambasting. Just don’t ask me what it’s for.
I realize it’s not a unique experience, but the course of how it happened was wonderful. I happened to view a site this morning that I usually only check on weekends (it’s about Seattle events and my weekdays tend to be eventful enough). Delightfully spying Anne’s name, I discovered that she was in Seattle tonight at 7pm. Given that my work schedule usually occupies me until 8, I was bummed but not distraught, thinking, I’ll catch her the next time. But my boss cheerfully gave me permission to see if my last client could come a different time, and she could! Hooray!!! After years of reading her books I could finally hear Anne’s voice! And she definitely did not disappoint. Staying true to her written expression, and I suppose, ultimately who she is, her responses to audience questions exemplified the gifts I savor in her storytelling: genuine faith and all its complications, humor, honesty, courage. Many times she had the audience roaring with laughter.
Due to arthritic hands, Anne refrained from personalizing books afterwards and only signed them with her name (although, after being asked to do so, I watched her graciously write a message for one woman which I imagine she did many times over). She joked that we could write our own messages if we wanted, so I took her at her word. Harry suggested, “Kathleen, you’re awesome! Love, …”, so I went with it. I imagine she must’ve seen my fifth grade yearbook message and thought either a) good thing she’s not an author, b) she’s full of herself, or c) interesting choice… Either way, I’m glad I personalized her latest book to myself. Thanks to my mom’s gifts of two signed books several years back, my collection is growing. Let me know if you want to borrow any of them…
“If it’s true that it causes people to feel despair, that’s tough. It’s still the truth. [blank] doesn’t owe us condolence or consolation; [blank] doesn’t owe us a nice warm feeling inside. If it’s true, it’s true, and you’d better live with it.”
[via Kottke]
Now, for 10 points, is he talking about the existence of God or the non-existence of God?
I happen to agree with Donald Miller’s take on the issue of arguing over the existence of God. In Blue Like Jazz, he says:
“My most recent faith struggle is not one of intellect. I don’t really do that anymore. Sooner or later you just figure out there are some guys who don’t believe in God and they can prove He doesn’t exist, and some other guys who do believe in God and they can prove He does exist, and the argument stopped being about God a long time ago and now it’s about who is smarter, and honestly I don’t care.”
This place needs a design and it needs a purpose. There’s nothing worse than a purposeless activity, except one that has a superficial purpose, one that we’ve bought into to make us feel purposeful. Such is the way of many web sites—and for that matter, many of life’s activities. A life of wasted time doesn’t sound like fun to me, and I suspect it doesn’t to you, either. Making a web site is easy but I don’t intend to keep it going if it has no purpose.
So, Kathleen, I’d like to make this place meaningful and I think you would, too. If we cannot, let’s close it now before it takes on the appearance of purpose.
And now some definitions:
Here’s how I’d like to proceed. Please let me know your thoughts. First, I like the idea of working this out publicly as I am doing right now, almost as if this was an open letter to you (funny since we live together). I presume that we aren’t the only two people on earth who struggle with purpose—in life or web sites—so I think it would be useful to keep this dialogue public and open to scrutiny. Having it public also provides a small layer of accountability. That is, if it were not public I don’t know if I would do it at all. One more push over the cliff.
Also, I want to live openly from here on out. I have too many scars in my past to live the rest of my life as a secret. Let’s be smart about it, sure, but let’s be vulnerable. What is the value of being vulnerable and open?
Vulnerability requires courage. It says to the world, “I am not afraid of what you think or say about me because I know who I am and I know where my value lies.”
Vulnerability requires strength. Not inner strength because we both know that’s a lie. But strength that comes from the one who loves us. That need for strength means we must abide.
Vulnerability requires honesty. If I want to speak the truth to others I must be willing to speak the truth about who I am. Not so others can dangle my flaws in front of my face (because my past is dead) but in order to be trusted as one who speaks the truth.
Vulnerability requires humility. I must be willing to say I don’t have all the answers and I’m not always right. I must be willing to own mistakes. I must put the needs of others above my own.
Vulnerability requires love. True love is willing to risk ridicule and persecution.
And so, what is the fruit of strength, honesty, humility, and love? I believe it’s the type of integrity of character that breeds maturity, wisdom, and faith.
To get back to my earlier point, the second thing I’d like to do is define the most important thing. What is our goal? And if this site cannot be used to help us achieve that goal, we should close it and do something of value. Do you agree?
Third, I’m not convinced that a blog (a list of chronological posts and links) is the right frame for this house. If we decide to keep the site, I’d like to brainstorm ideas with you about making the site fit our purpose. And only then create a style to cover the house. Yes, I believe form follows function.
I also believe we should do something that allows us to be absorbed in it. It can be both fun and serious, but if it becomes a chore we won’t sustain it. If we are convinced of its value we should create something sustainable and we should use it.
That’s all I’ve got right now but I think these are important questions to answer before we begin. I’m tired of believing the world’s wisdom, that a few mindless activities won’t kill us. Sure, one or two. It’s okay to be entertained. But not kept in check we become consumed with mindless activities, buying mindless, purposeless crap, reading, listening, watching, doing purposeless things. And then we’re on our death bed wondering where all the time went.