Well...the past few days have been a pretty intense time of deciding to hunt down some answers, or at least some pointers to answers, about what godly masculinity and femininity are, without settling for any beat-around-the-bush answer that simply construes virtues that everyone should have into "what it means to be a man" (like "responsibility"...I'm looking at you, Mark Driscoll!)
So my mind has been working on that and I'm still at the point where I don't feel I've reached something completely solid in my mind yet, but I have definitely enjoyed the thoughts of Peter Kreeft and John Eldredge on the issue.
Anyway...to diverge a little bit from cosmic ideas and into existential, first world oddities...tonight I had the thought of how weird it is that typing with a keyboard seems so natural for me now, as if I had been born with an innate ability to do it. It's kind of funny how I you don't think about how proficient you are at it until you take a mental step back to consciously observe how your fingers respond to words that are going through your head...and suddenly it's kind of scary, because it's almost like your fingers are robotically programmed, they're moving on their own.
Why does it seem that we have a hard time developing such proficiency at other skills in life? If only my circumstances required me to be a better singer rather than just my will! But would that actually make me a better singer? Or would it rather force me to push my voice unhealthily into making certain sounds even if I could not make the sound with good technique?
Another thing the keyboarding phenomenon brought up: there is a strange righteousness in un-self-conscious movement. (There's an idea that Kreeft gets at in "Sex In Heaven"--self-forgetfulness). Yes, that is something I need much more, to not be so conscious of myself, to experience the fullness of being fixed on something else...like the physical task at hand.
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