I am a Young Earth Creationist (YEC, kinda like yuck). That’s right, a fully equipped YEC with a love for God, a delighting in His Word, and a biased Biblical Worldview lens.
Now I would love to begin by saying some witty and whimsical things to draw you in, some smooth and sly things that make you “oo” and “ahh,” but you see, there is a problem with me. I have a problem that God has more than once shown me that I need to work out by His graces of writing, prayer, and meditation upon His word.
My problem isn’t that I believe something.
My problem isn’t that I don’t have thoughts.
My problem isn’t even that I don’t have something to say (too much some may say).
My problem is that my understanding of what I believe is a half inch deep puddle of water. I can splash, laugh, and have fun with my half inch. And I will praise God for my half inch, but that doesn’t make me a strong and sturdy Redwood (as John Piper would call it). Instead, I’m like a weedy vine on a fence, clinging onto desperately the foundation of others.
I’m just a little shrub.
And this little shrub has decided to change the blog name from “Truth Needham: Spreading a passion for Truth,” to “Where the Wind Blows: the incoherent mess of Truth Needham.”
My shallow shrub roots and vine like clinging makes it possible to blow away with any wind of doctrine. I want to be a firm oak, a deep redwood, and not a little shrub, vine, or leaf.
I thank God for men like Doug Wilson.
In his book, “WordSmithy” on page 11, Doug writes “Be at peace with being lousy for a while. Chesterton once said that anything worth doing was worth doing badly. He was right. Only an insufferable egoist expects to be brilliant first time out.”
So, this blog will turn from the egotistical writings of a mortal shrub toward a path of being a shrub that grabs hold of the ground and sucks down the same nutrients of the Redwood, and not the nutrients from redwood leave. I may have to wrap my roots around some roots of Redwoods for a while, but it’s going to be worth it!
But, I must make a note of caution: I must not be self-righteous or self-sufficient. I may write and write and write, and work hard, and all my effort will be for nothing if God doesn’t shape the man in me, change the thoughts in me, and unscramble the egg yolk and peanut butter in my head.
It’s a mess in my head, but damn it, at least something will be set straight!