So I decided my role as the self-appointed blogging Gad(d)about would be class clown, court jester, sit-down comedian, pride jouster, bubble burster and general not-so-serious dead end on the highway of serious-minded self-publishers.
It's not clear whether I've succeeded with my agenda.
I once compared my writing and this website to Balaam's donkey. I'm not a theologian. I've never been to seminary. I didn't graduate from college. I've never had a book published. I'm just not qualified to speak on much of anything. I don't even come with the donkey's superior credentials. He is, afterall, essentially an OT prophet, and if he were here today he'd have a book deal and speaking tour lined up. But my hope is God speaks through this blog, anyway.
Once stricken with concern whether I crossed the line of attacking God's chosen, Rob Darden, editor of the Wittenburg Door, assured me that Christian humor -- particularly the kind that pokes fun at mass-media Christianity -- is well within the purview of a Christian's Biblically-ordered goals and objectives.
I'm not quite sure what Rob's credentials are to justify my work, other than being a very funny guy who happens to know way too much about Gospel music, but I'm going to run with it for now and continue with the original objective.
God's jokester. Surely there will be a need for one in heaven.