I've often thought about the content and rules of this blog. What are the proper limits of what I write? What should I put in, and what should I leave out? Of the many different types of blog that exist, some, I know, are completely anonymous; and anonymity is an essential part of what they are about, which is the complete freedom of the writer to express anything and everything they want to. This is OK, perhaps; but wouldn't suit me because I would never quite believe in the possibility of no one ever discovering my identity. In the case of Christian ministry bloggers, anonymity isn't really an option. We are inevitably public figures, and that is reflected in what we blog. Whether it's
maggi dawn,
Kathryn,
Daniel, or many others, our identity is transparent.
This means that, as a general rule, I try not to write anything that I would not wish to be read by
1 my mother
2 my boss (the Bishop)
3 my wife
4 the weakest brother or sister in the congregation, who could be scandalised by something I write.
But what about the anonymity of people I write about? The confidentiality of anything that might be said to me? It would be pastorally disastrous if parishioners started saying to themselves: I don't want to talk to the Vicar about this, it'll be all over his blog before the end of the day. Or maybe worse yet, the person who tells you scandalous things in the hope that you will put them in your blog!
Here the rule I've applied is, never to use full names, but only a general description of a person, or just a first name, or a code name. Not to record anything at all that was said in confidence. My general descriptions and slightly veiled identities may be adequate if
jfreeman or
Mumcat or
Dave read this, but any parishioner reading it will probably know instantly, or soon be able to identify, who I'm talking about. So I will not write anything about anyone that that person would not wish to be common knowledge, or that I would not say about them to their face. In general this means I will only say good (and true!) things about them, which may be helpful, encouraging or edifying to someone.
One effect of these rules seems to be, that the experience of blogging is much healthier than that of private spiritual journalling. I kept that kind of journal some years back: a 'for my eyes only' record of my spiritual journey through a period in my life when I was dealing with a bout of depression, and the painful process of moving across theological and belief frontiers. The discipline was supposed to be healing, but its actual effect was the reverse: it trapped me in a vicious cycle of introspection, self-pity and guilt. In contrast to this, the discipline of blogging encourages extraversion, looking away from yourself and your problems, to see the good, the positive, the amusing or interesting, in other people and in the world around.
But there are some things it can't provide. This morning I spent an hour and a half with my 'soul friend' - preferred title for what used to be called a spiritual director. I had gone, unsure about what to talk about, and ended up telling the whole story of the four months since my last visit. A time that has been full, rich, many-faceted, apparently chaotic and directionless; yet telling the story brings into focus how much it is all about God, and what is going on between us. Where God is working in this life, this place, these relationships, these people, this congregation, this particular time. And it was an emotional experience. Where blogging helps hold it together, telling it to Anamchara releases tears of healing. Weeping for the dear ones who have suffered or died, for all those I have loved, for my parents in their frailty and age, for all the people I would help and cannot, for all who are making beauty, goodness and truth out of life's raw materials.
Thank you, Anamchara, dear sister, for listening and helping to make sense of this life. Thank you, all the dear ones who help make this life what it is. Sheer gift.