My name’s Ken from…
I have been blogging since 2015. I’m not exactly a technophobe – but can think of better things to do with my time 😎.
By so stating I’m indirectly communicating that I take minimal interest in my ’stats’ regarding followers, viewers, etc. I commented recently to a fellow-blogger that I look at my stats about once a year! ☺️
A bit of a tongue-in-cheek remark but more or less true.🙂
[Notice: that is three emoji’s in a row. A record!]
Initially I posted my paintings more or less – all of the time.
Then I removed all paintings and settled for posting my Christian teachings, and poems, with the odd painting still displayed.
This is more or less how things are at the moment.
My idea back when I starting blogging was to let the work speak for itself. No need to proclaim ‘boring’ details about myself (?).
So that the art, the art appreciation, the poems, the Christian teaching would stand (or fall) on their own merit.
Up until this point little to no, personal references as to who I am, where I live, what I do (daily life), has been revealed.
I’ve decided to share along the above lines. I feel another emoji coming – 💡
My name is…
Well that’s already been revealed
What hasn’t been revealed is that I hail from Northern Ireland, that six county province on the island of Ireland.
[Maybe this ‘whereabouts reveal’ – comes as no surprise – maybe ‘I thought so’ might have crossed your mind – or you remain non-plussed either way?]
What has been revealed before, is that I married my sweetheart from The Netherlands. We celebrated our fortieth wedding anniversary back in March.
Other snippets of ‘identity’ can be found somewhere in the fog of old blog posts.
I came to a revelation of The Lord Jesus Christ on the 20th November, 1970, when I was overwhelmed by the Presence of God. And fell to my knees in repentance in my bedroom, in a little terrace house in Belfast. The house and therefore the room no longer exist.
The house was demolished many years ago, as part of the redevelopment of the area.
So I was born in one of the three upstairs rooms. And was born again in one of the two remaining.
[Mostly natural births today, in western culture, are in hospital wards as you know – although don’t quote me].
So what difference does this beginning of further information make?
I’ve no idea.
But I must confess I find the personal story of others – interesting. So maybe time to explore that approach in some writing.
That’s about it – carry on eating your lunch. Any questions?
No? Well, have a nice day.