Thoughts are but Coins

Words, words, and more words. I love them. I love to read them, write them, and contemplate the depth of meaning they communicate. The thoughts words convey have the power to fill us with joy or sorrow and move us to laughter or tears. The ideas and ideals words promote have been the making of empires. They’ve brought revolutions, reformations, and changed the lives of countless millions throughout the centuries.

We now live in a time when the thoughts words convey are more easily accessible than ever. Social networking, instant access to current events, and blogging have made it easier than ever for humanity to have a voice. Individuals are able to share what is on their mind with whoever is willing to listen. If I’m honest with myself, I’m hesitant to add to the myriad of voices. As much as I love words and the thoughts they communicate, I wonder what I have to add that isn’t already being said by someone else in a better way. Why add one more blog to the mix? Who am I to think I have anything to communicate that’s worth listening to? I’ve found that I have to write. I’m moved to share my thoughts, not because I think they are worth more of your time than the thoughts of others. I’m moved because there is One I love who has put these thoughts on my heart. And not to share them would be to disregard the hold He has upon me.

The name of this blog is Penny of a Thought: contemplating life, freedom, and the pursuit of something more. The name is the result of a poem written by C.S. Lewis entitled “The Apologist’s Evening Prayer:

From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
From all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
at which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.

Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust, instead
of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and the needle’s eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.

My thoughts are but coins. My words are the writing of a broken human searching for true life and freedom. I have a longing for something more that I can’t see with my eyes. Into this longing and search I have heard the Word speak. He is the way, He is the truth, and He has set me free. He is setting me free. I invite you to journey with me as I share my penny of a thought.