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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 12:58:10 -0700
On this Thanksgiving Day, I find myself alone. And sick. The litany of ailments which plagues my body this week is almost comical. I am too weak to write this post at a computer and so I peck it out on my phone. Making for myself a cup of instant chicken soup (and keeping it [...]
Fri, 12 Oct 2012 22:58:31 -0600
Some men have such a gift for expression that we revel in their words, marveling as truth and beauty are inextricably woven together before our very eyes. Yet this gift is also dangerous...
Mon, 10 Jan 2011 15:52:56 -0700
I used to keep a blog. Back then it was called a weblog; shows my age I guess. Then, in 2006, I left the country and my weblog got very quiet. Actually, it went silent. I no longer knew what I could and could not say. I was busy learning a new language and a new culture.
However, something in me has always missed the venue for words.
In the past five years the times have changed. Shortly after I left off weblogging, blogging suddenly became popular. Then social networking was born and made it's bid to take over the world. I've kept up with the times and have accounts on all the right networks. However the stream-of-consciousness style of communication that defines the social web often leaves me with a nagging feeling that something is missing. I believe that words are powerful, particularly written words. They are to be used to a purpose -- crafted one by one. The tattered rags that of words that have been fed through the social media blender resemble fine art in the same way that hot dogs resemble good steak.
While I will still keep a separate personal website, I am done making appologies for it being a cluttered mess. It was always intended as a dumping ground for a hundred shades of work, play and experience.
I have felt for a long time that I wanted to keep a more focused collection of thoughts about how God is shaping me. I intend this site to be dedicated to that end.