I have done what is perhaps a foolish thing. Let my relatives read my blog. (What a stupid name. I refuse to call this a blog. It shall henceforth be my binary.)

It raised this interesting thought. How open is it? If I allow everyone with an internet access to read these things, that by default means a lot of people I'd think twice about even mentioning a favourite book to.

And yet...here it is, open.

Do I hope to find protection in anonymity? Of all the big, wide world, why should they find this to read?

No.

Hmm.

Am I really prepared to hear what people say about what I think?

Have I the humility?

Humility...an elusive virtue. Was it Benjamin Franklin that said, "When I say to myself, "There, I have achieved humility", I have then lost it?"

Saint Francis de Sales : "Nothing is so strong as gentleness; nothing is so gentle as real strength."

There are other shows of strength, of course. Yet what greater than quiet, humble self-assurance?

And yet my human pride rebels angrily against this seeming foolishness. Still,

"...For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight. As it is written: "He catches the wise in their craftiness..." 1 Corinthians 3:19

and

"But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong." 1 Corinthians 1:27

Well. So there.

And to see just how open it is, I've invited my mother to read this over my shoulder. So now she knows where it is, and well. We'll see.