I can’t imagine the patience it takes to make one of these stone walls found at the Pleasant Hill Shaker Village near Lexington KY and there are hundreds of feet of them there.
I will get right to it here. As the title implies I just don’t seem to have any patience for wordy writing or speaking anymore. Maybe I have never had that patience but now I am now old enough and bold enough to finally come out and say it. I read so many things lately and my mind is screaming “Come to the point!” Why can’t people just say what they mean?
I was flamed recently for criticizing N.T. Wright who is a pretty well know theologian at least among my Baptist friends. In a blog interview I read he gave an eighty word sentence in response to a question where three words would have done the job. Why did he think it was necessary to go on and on with blah, blah, blah? I was basically told that “who am I to criticize such a well know person!!!”
I thoroughly enjoy reading several different blogs on a daily basis but when they exceed about 500 words I am usually skimming ahead to find the crux of the topic. Is this something that I have acquired in my old age or have I had it for a longer time? Maybe I just learned to skim successfully at an early age and didn’t know it or maybe I have ADD and need some drugs! (a little to late in my life for that)
The actual answer to my impatience is probably that I see the writing on the wall now about my own mortality and don’t want to spend the time I have left listening to someone blithering out useless drivel in a long drawn out way (ha). Maybe that is what I am doing now so I better stop right here!! You get the point. Blah, blah, blah…..