As I begin to write this one of the five I must do each week, I think back to my beloved father as I did not realize him to be before he diagnosed the Alzheimer’s which took him so mercifully, just as he went through the stages he predicted so accurately. He was probably the most intelligent person I ever knew, but I just took him for granite, which he was indeed. What a doctor he would have been, but he was busy at other matters, like putting together the North end of Halifax after the December 6, 1912 Halifax Explosion, the greatest man-made explosion before the atomic bomb. This is off my subject, somewhat, which is ‘What to write about’. By the way, Dad was the first minister of the United Church of Canada, seven years or so before it was formed, and so each Sunday he preached a sermon, aimed at the converted, the not-so converted, and the hopeless. To get back to my subject.
In his case, it was ‘What to preach about’ and he had the answer to that. “Preach for about twenty minutes”; nobody listens longer than that, even God, who has so many good, bad and awful preachers trying to hold His attention as the they lose the attention of the faithful in the pews.
As I go about my blogs, I can hear him. This is of course why I cleverly do first a written page. If you can’t make your point in twenty minutes, I mean one written page, it can’t be much of a point. Have I made my point?