I've inspired a new blog genre: The Grudgeblog!
Previously, I've inspired some bothered souls to devote long articles, or even whole series of articles, to trying (very, very hard) to miss the point of my postings here and at Pyro, and to deflect attention to something that they find more congenial, or otherwise raking me and my argments over the coals. Which is absolutely their right.
But recently I found a blog with only one post, ever, and that devoted to expressing disdain for yr. obdt. svt. -- me!
It's an arrival of sorts, I suppose. My Why I Am (Still) a Christian got an atheist discussion group all excited; the Gannon-Guckert post got the homosexual community all aflutter. Whenever I speak in favor of the sufficiency of God's Word (particularly over at Pyro), the leaky-canon set gets riled up. I've gotten emails from folks who say that, if I won't respond to commenters as they think I should, they won't read me anymore.
At the same time, I've gotten a lot of very gracious backstage emails, in-person encouragement, and some very kind remarks here.
So, net: I'm increasingly loved and hated.
Phil says it means I've "arrived."
Oh. Um... cool.
Now honestly, I'm like anyone else. Maybe even more so. A friend once told me that my problem was that I wanted everyone to like me. Well, yeah. Guilty as charged. But I recall a very stern warning against that very state of affairs (Luke 6:26). So, better loved and hated than ignored, or loved by the wrong sorts for the wrong reasons.
In sum: believe me, I'm not complaining. In fact, I'm regularly thanking God.
It does call to mind a story I heard told of (or by; I don't recall) the late J. Vernon McGee. A young pastor was complaining that he wasn't seeing the sort of progress in his ministry that he felt he should.
McGee asked a number of questions, and wasn't finding anything amiss. Finally, he asked, "Do you have any enemies?"
"No," the young man responded.
"Oh!" said McGee. "Well then, go out and get some!"