Because, self, just maybe someday it’ll happen. Those words floating around your head might end up on a shelf somewhere in the obscure corner of a bookstore somewhere or on a back page of Amazon.com.
And I know -you know- that somebody’s going to find something, somewhere, maybe even a BIG something that they don’t like. It might even mean that you get branded as an Enemy of the Faith (or at least an Enemy of Somebody’s Doctrinal Box). They might blog about your book. They might blog about YOU. People might make nasty Facebook comments about how wrong you are. And it’s going to be okay.
Because by now, you ought to know that faith is not about boxes. It’s about truth. And in a world where we see everything through a glass darkly, nobody’s going to have a total, perfect corner on the market for Truth. That’s God’s job. Somehow, it’s inevitable that you’re going to get something wrong. It’s inevitable that even if you get something right, somebody’s going to think you’re wrong. And it’s going to be okay.
Be teachable. Listen, but don’t for one minute think that somebody’s opinion of something you created defines who you are. Don’t think for one hot minute that it makes you less of the image of God, because you know –even if you forget for a while– that it’s that that makes you worth being a Child of God. Even if you’re wrong. Even if you have to admit that you were wrong. Even if you have to defend yourself, and they still won’t listen. And it’s going to be okay.
It’s going to be okay, because once the joy of that dream-come-true of that book on the shelf fades, you’re going to look around and remember that the real thing you want isn’t a grade, it isn’t a shining review, it isn’t being ranked somewhere on Amazon, it’s a “well done” from the audience that matters: the Audience of One.
Self, someday it might happen. And maybe you’ll turn back to this and hopefully you can see past the shoddy editing, the grammatical errors, the mistakes and see that you never really ever were doing this for yourself. You were doing it for Him, for the people that needed to hear His words in your voice, from your hand. Maybe you’ll remember that you’re still just a vessel. You might be cracked but… as they say, that’s how the light gets in.
Don’t forget to shine anyway.