Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Station of Communication Frustration

After trekking across four time zones within a one week span, by both sky-sailing and automobiling, I am forced to take yet another hiatus from my vagabond life for a semester in Nebraska. It's time to play with the Midwest wind and drink in the expanse of blue sky. This time of year, we also have a chance to reconnect with all those people of old (that is, friends/professors/acquaintances/Lutherans we haven't seen since last semester).

And so the generic conversations go:
-"Hey! How was your summer?" [Hug]
-"Oh, hi! It was really good! I worked at _____. And went on vacation to _____!"
-"Wow! That sounds fun! I worked at _____. Summer went by so fast! . . . Anyway, what classes do you have?"

And so I traveled 4,135 miles to arrive at the Station of Communication Frustration.

This metaphorical train station is characterized with superficial palavering, apathetic droll, and other weapons of language destruction, aided by Facebook and text messaging. After a summer that both grew and stretched me in a myriad of ways, it hasn't been a piece of cake to settle back into the same old life and relationships of last year. Communicating this to my peers, who mostly return to their designated space in last year's drudge, has been, well, frustrating.

And frankly, sometimes I wonder if communicating the truth is really worth all the trouble. Or even what people want.

Isn't language supposed to be a medium through which we can make sense of the world? Make sense of ourselves? Express what that 'self' is?

Thankfully, God always provides a way out of idiotic temptations (1 Corinthians 10:13). And this particular way we can call the Writer's Express.

Brett Lott said that, in writing, "continue to question. Only through rigorous and ruthless questioning of the self can we hope to arrive at any kind of truth . . ."

This is real communication. I will not just gloss over the past couple of months like they didn't happen and slip back to last year's cycle of circumlocution. I will ruthlessly question everything. I will write this blog. I will write poetry. I will write letters. I will write prayers (Philippians 4:4-9).
And hopefully, after riding this Express, I will be able to make a little more sense of this world, in light of the only TRUTH that exists- that is God's truth.