Recently, I’ve been thinking about why I blog. I don’t really have a talent for writing, so why even blog?
Years ago, I read Elie Wiesel’s The Gates of the Forest. In it, there is a story of Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, founder of Hasidism. It’s something like this:
When his people were threatened with grave danger, Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov would go to a certain place in the woods, light a fire, say a certain prayer and the danger would be averted.
Years later when the people were again threatened, his successor went to the certain place in the woods and said, to God “I know the place int the woods; I know the prayer, but I don’t know how to light the fire. This must be enough.” It was and the danger was averted.
When the people were again threatened, the third leader went into the woods and said to God, “I don’t know how to light the fire; I don’t know the prayer, but I know the place in the woods and that must be enough.” It was and the danger was once again averted.
Still more years later, when danger threatened, the fourth Rabbi sat in his home, and said to God, “I don’t know how to light the fire; I don’t know the prayer; I don’t even know the place in the woods. But I know the story and that must be enough.” It was.
This is why we tell the story.
I found this very powerful and it has stuck with me.
I think that’s why I blog. I am a voracious reader with no measurable writing skill, so a blog is as close as I will ever come to being published.
I’ll leave the books, the news articles and the poetry to people who have the gift. It doesn’t matter if it’s history, current events or pure entertainment, the stories are meant to be told and I can at least tell the story.
It's My World 
You tell it better than perhaps you give yourself credit for.