Fairly Spiritual: Searching for conversation provides some good therapy

I spend a lot of my life in my head. Some of my longest conversations occur when I’m alone.

When no one is present or in need of my attention I talk to God, I talk to myself, I talk to unreachable friends and foes. I question, plead, lament, and interject. I rehearse what I should have said, could have said, or will say if the opportunity arises. I follow thoughts to their profound or foolish conclusions.

In the courtyard of my mind, I argue with talk show hosts, radio pundits and every other irrational purveyor of cultural wisdom. I speak to my peers, my denomination, my city and my world. I practice acceptance speeches for awards I will never win. I work on sermons I will never be asked to preach.

I communicate to the masses, to those in power, to the unreachable influencers.

I imagine conversations with Grandpa Bursch, Uncle Steve and all those who have entered their eternal rest. I wonder what Carol, my sister in Christ, would say to me if she had the chance. Would she tell me to “go for it!”

When I’m alone and sad, I listen for Carol Hund’s encouragement, Wendy Hendrick’s laugh and pastor Mike McIntosh’s prophetic insight. I look to the stars and ask my Lord, “Why did you take my prophets away from me?” God understands the question. He understands why I need to ask it from time to time.

My mind has a habit of racing. Sometimes I enjoy the ride, other times I just want to stop thinking. When I see a homeless man talking to himself, I think to myself, I can relate. Seems as though the biggest difference between my marginalized friend and me is my mouth refuses to cooperate with my brain’s need to talk.

What an odd time to be living. The divide between a crazy man and a business man is a cell phone earpiece. All it takes is for the earpiece to fall out and the man to keep talking.

It seems blogging, Facebooking, and Twittering have become socially acceptable ways to talk to one’s self without being committed. If I wander down the street speaking to no one, I’m crazy. If I post a daily blog that no one reads, I’m relevant. Those of you able to follow the logic can see the danger of being a columnist.

I think this is why I enjoy writing this column. I don’t do it for the money, it doesn’t grow my church, it takes far too much time, and I get little recognition or fame. However, it does fulfill my need to communicate. Every once and a while I get to write down a conversation that has been swirling around in my head. If I write it down, it makes me less crazy. Or maybe it makes you less crazy. Or maybe there are far more crazy people out there than we first realized.

Either way, I’m going to keep writing these thoughts down. They look better on the page than they sound wandering the streets.

Doug Bursch hosts “The Fairly Spiritual Show” at 6 p.m. Saturdays on KGNW 820 AM. He also pastors Evergreen Foursquare Church. Evergreen meets at 10 a.m. Sundays at the Riverside High School Theater. He can be reached at www.fairlyspiritual.org or doug@fairlyspiritual.org.