Why I Keep Writing the Same Blog

This morning, I saw a couple of Facebook posts and fell down the rabbit hole. You know how one link leads to another, and before I knew it, I was deep in the mess. Reading the comments, the headlines, watching how people talked to each other... and about each other. And honestly? It just wore me out.

So I did what I usually do when I feel like that. I sat down and started writing.

I’m not even going to mention what sparked it this time. Doesn’t really matter. If it wasn’t that, it would’ve been something else. If it wasn’t one side, it would’ve been the other. That’s the thing. It’s always something, and it just doesn’t stop.

As I started writing, I realized this seemed too familiar. Have I written this exact blog before?
I went through my posts and saw at least five blogs, all with different titles and the topic or prompt was different but the heart is always the same.

So, here I am again. Writing the same blog I’ve written before.

Why do we keep doing this?

Why are we so quick to be cruel? Why do we assume the worst in people just because they don’t see things the same way we do? Why do we tear people down over politics or opinions or anything at all?

And honestly... why are Christians often the loudest voices doing it?

There’s a verse that’s stuck with me for a while now. It’s Romans 12:18. “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”
I heard that in a youth lesson I was a part of last year and honestly didn’t remember it from any time before. Maybe it just isn’t a common sermon topic, I don’t know, I just know I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.

It doesn’t say fix the world. Doesn’t say make everyone agree with you. It just says do your part. If it depends on you, live at peace. That’s what we get to control… our own words, our own actions, our own tone.

It’s not always easy, but I think it’s worth the effort.

Now, I’m not saying we need to roll over or stop standing for truth. Not at all. But somewhere along the way, it became acceptable to stop being kind in the process. Like showing compassion meant you weren’t serious about your convictions. I don’t think that’s true. I believe you can stand firm in what’s right and still treat people like people.

I don’t keep writing these blogs because I think I’m changing the world. Honestly, I’m lucky if fifty people read them. And most of them probably already know me. That’s fine. I’m not chasing numbers. I’m not trying to go viral. I write because it’s the only way I tend to get these feelings out. It at least makes me feel better (maybe that’s part of the problem… but that might be another blog another time.)

Because I don’t want to get numb to it.
I don’t want to shrug and say, “Well, that’s just how it is now.”
I don’t want to stop caring.

I miss the days when we could disagree and still show respect. When people could hold public office and not be treated like garbage just because someone didn’t vote for them. When kindness didn’t feel like such a rare thing.

I don’t have all the answers. I do have a desire to share my thoughts. So I write.

And I’ll probably keep writing the same blog until something actually changes.

Let me leave you with this:

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.
And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.
Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”
(Ephesians 4:29–32)

That’s who I want to be.

Even when I’m tired.
Especially when I’m tired.

Thanks for reading this... again.