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The Lost Art of Hand Writing
Stone,
clay, copper, silver, parchment and papyrus were all used to write upon during
biblical times. I can’t even begin to imagine the tedium in writing just a
quick note to a friend. If I had to produce the clay or cut down the reeds to
make the papyrus, I would probably forgo any written communication. I’ve read
it took Paul, or Paul’s secretary, when writing to the Thessalonians, about 11
sheets of papyrus and 20 hours to complete. Let’s put that more succinctly. If when
I finish this blog, and its approximately 500 words, then it would take me more
than 4 to 5 hours to finish. Good grief, Charlie Brown! I will try never to
complain again about having a writing deadline.
Of course that informational excursion led me to ponder how
beautifully our Declaration of Independence and Constitution were written. The
penmanship was almost like a piece of art. Again, I wonder how much writing
would I, or could I do with my carpel tunnel wrist, if I had to handwrite with
quill pen and ink? Hmm? When typewriters were invented the ease of writing
became much more fluid. I have to admit I own 2 of them. I will pound at the
keys just to hear the lovely clickety click, but again, much more time
consuming than a computer. The ease of writing has made written communication
quicker and more immediate, but what has been lost in the translation of being expedient?
When I read texts, mine included, I sometimes gasp at the errancy of it all.
When once in a blue moon, which by the way happened last month, I
receive a handwritten letter, it’s almost like receiving a Christmas or
birthday gift. I know it took effort and time and care. I can picture the
individual sitting down and thoughtfully creating the words as they move their
pen along the page. It’s like seeing a bit of history in the making. Don’t get
me wrong, I am thankful for my laptop and for the multitude of blogs and books
and articles I can read and or write at the push of a button, but some days I
long for a beautiful well thought out hand written note. Imagine the world
without the 278 written words that began with, “Four score and seven years ago…”
When I see the original online version, I try and picture Lincoln on the long
train ride to Gettysburg and wonder about all the thoughts going through his
head in that moment. That doesn't seem to happen too often when I’m reading things
written in Times New Roman or Sans-serif.
After all is said and done, I will continue to open up my laptop and
tap away, but every once and a while, like this afternoon, I think I will pull
out a piece of pretty stationery and write a quick note to a friend or relative.
Write on dear friends; write on.
Writing: A Gift From the Lord
Writing. I can’t speak for anyone else, but for me to put my
thoughts on paper is a driving force. However, if no one reads my words, is it
like the proverbial tree in the forest – when it falls, does it really make a
sound? If no one else reads my words, then what good are they? Do they make a
difference? Perhaps every writer, famed or not, feels this way.
The Lord provides each of us with gifts. The bible even
makes a list. Romans 12: 6-8 Having gifts that differ according
to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our
faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; the
one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity;
the one who leads, with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with
cheerfulness.
Great writing, I believe, is a gift from the Lord, but
doesn’t meaningful writing from the heart have its place too? If we believe we
have some modicum of talent, and we believe we are the Lords creation, then
shouldn’t we use that talent? I ask this of myself quite often. I hold no
awards, no accolades from prominent publishers, not even a book deal, but yet I
strive on. And to what purpose I ask myself? In the end, I suppose, I write not
for scads of money or fame…thank goodness, since I haven’t acquired either…but
because I cannot not write.
Aristotle once said, “The exercise of vital powers, along
lines of excellence, in a life affording scope.” Like many, I assume, I am
driven to write, to exercise my vital powers regularly. I have a blog. It’s an
outlet to express my beliefs and emotions, but there’s another more important
reason. I pray that just one person will glean something meaningful from my
ramblings. I like to imagine my words moving my readers, whether to laughter or
tears or to simply ponder life more deeply. I want to know they are making a difference;
perhaps I even need to know they are
making a difference. A hundred or a thousand years from now, if the world still
exists, will any of my words be quoted like Aristotle? Even if I believe the
answer to be no, it won’t stop me. And I pray it doesn’t stop any writer from
striving for the possibility. For now, I pray everyone endeavoring to reach
others through their words finds success in a way that best suits them. Whether
it is fame, or fortune, or fulfillment, or one more friend on their blog page.
For now, in such a time as this, it is in placing the words on paper that keep
my dream alive and therefore hopefully, builds the dreams of others. Write on
dear friends. Write on.
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