Typing this sentence is a bit like ripping off a Band-Aid.  As I launch this first blog entry out into cyberspace, I am both admitting defeat and embracing victory.  Defeat…because I swore that blogging was just a fad (like parachute pants) and justified why I would never be a part of it (blogging, not parachute pants, which I looked good in, thanks).  Victory…because dang it, I’m really excited about this.  Some people exercise their creative outlet with music, others with poetry, still others by painting pictures of dogs playing poker.  Me?  I’m a writer at heart.  I’ve written lots of things.  Grocery lists, love notes to my wife, love notes on my wife’s grocery lists…I’m pretty accomplished, actually.  Maybe you’ve seen my work on aisle 12 at Food Lion.  Right there, under the endcap with the on-sale cereal.  That’s it.

Editor’s note: does anyone see what this has to do with a Band Aid?  Just checking.

However, there comes a time when you have to give in to the masses.  For the last several months I’ve had hundreds…dozens…four people who have begged me to start a blog.  “You need to get a life!” they’ve said.  But deep in their heart, what they meant to say was, “The free world needs to know what is happening in the recesses of your mind, and you should immediately begin putting your thoughts out there for all to read, because one day we’ll need them for the court deposition.”

One of the rules of blogging is that you should know your topic.  But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.  This blog will be part church, part personal, but almost all fun.  There will be limits.  You should not care what I had for breakfast, nor should I tell you.  That’s just personal and wrong.  Your freedom of information ends where my whole grain waffle with butter and low-calorie syrup, side of wheat toast and Diet Caffeine Free Dr. Pepper begins.  (mmm…butter) 

If you like my church, you’ll probably like this blog.  If you like my family, you’ll probably like this blog.  If you like neither, you need to go to a far country, because there is no love in you.

One more rule of blogging is that every once in a while you should end with a cliff hanger.  (“Be sure and tune in tomorrow where I call on the government to shut down West Virginia!”)  So here’s the cliff hanger: next post, you get to find out why I refuse to blog.  Try not to lose sleep until then, friends.