The other night I
had coffee continuously in my mug for about 6 hours straight; it wasn't because
I didn't drink it. I'm pretty sure I could have drained it about three times,
but the constant in/out flow and draining and refilling from multiple locations
with who knows who many types of coffee, creamers, flavorings, and finally a
bag of chai spice tea "just because" ensured my coffee mugs are
definitely getting their fair share of use. This is a normal occurrence for me,
though. Even right now, I'm drinking a dirty chai as I write this; after a busy
day, this is exactly how I want to spend my evening: drinking some hot,
caffeinated beverage and writing up my next blog post.
I started a blog for much the same reason as many other people: I love to write.
I've been writing
since I was 12, and much of my early writings came in the form of plotless short stories and
half-witted attempts at novels. A large part of my mind is glad that I no
longer possess the notebooks that contained my earliest writings, because I'm
certain they were terrible to behold in a literary sense. Still, there remains
the small portion that would like to revisit some of those old writings to see
how far I have progressed in the last decade. When I was 16, I joined a website
called Booksie and to this day have been publishing writings that I either
determined to be good enough to publish or simply didn’t want to lose.
Still, there were
things that are difficult to express through song, poetry, and short stories.
While Booksie offers a creative outlet, I sometimes grow tired of expressing
myself in cryptic form. Sometimes, I grow tired of waiting for somebody to come
along and decipher the coded messages. So when I was 20, I started a journal
that I use intermittently and it is something I've found to be incredibly
useful. However, the journal has a singular drawback: it feeds my natural
tendency to be hermit-like and secretive. After reading blogs by others that
I've known, I thought it might be a good idea to gander into the open and start my own.
Like a journal, a
blog allows me the opportunity to let solidify some of my abstract thinking
into concrete form while generally forcing me to write (and think) cohesively.
Unlike a journal, it offers me an outlet through which I can share bits and
pieces my life with others. I have two blogs currently; one is home to academic
papers I've typed and happened to like enough to share with others, while the
other is more recent and home to more personal things, such as thoughts and
stories from my own life. The title of this blog is Epitome of Toast. "Toast" also happens to be one of my
online screen names. Unfortunately, some people do not share my fascination for
this delicious substance, and I get asked the question.
"Why do you
call yourself toast?"
To be fair and
honest, the alias "Toast" resulted from a brief fascination with the
famous song by Bob and Tom and initially held nothing more than arbitrary
significance to me. However, there is another bit to the story: I honestly love
toast. Peanut butter toast and tea (earl grey, Irish breakfast, or chai spice,
please) happens to be my favorite snack. Fortunately, this is a fairly
cost-effective snack. Unfortunately, toasters are not dorm-approved because
they are considered to present a fire hazard. As a result, toast simply does
not happen right now. Sigh.
Now that, you know
where "toast" came from, I will explain where "Epitome of
Toast" originated. I did not think
of "epitome of toast" on my own. On the forum I frequent the most, my
screen name is Ben Toast and there is a section for personal journals. When I
joined, I titled my journal "Insert Title Here". After a while, one
of the moderators thought it funny to change the title to "Insert tile
here ------>> I AM THE e·pit·o·me of TOAST". Shortly after, somebody
somewhere (I honestly do not remember who or where) first asked me the
question:
"Why do you
call yourself toast?"
At this point in
time, I was all about quick, witty, sarcastic answers, and so spouted a response that, unbeknownst to me at the time, would slowly begin to change the way I
think about life.
"Without Him,
we're all toast."
A quick,
in-the-moment reply planted itself in my mind and, like a seed, began to grow.
I didn't grow into the idea; it just grew in my mind and, as I would read the
Word, little snippets here and there would feed it. Phrases like "apart
from Me you can do nothing" and "no one comes to the Father except
through me" began to take on meaning in my mind; that is, they were more
than simply words on a page. This led me to begin examining the way I was
living and the things I was actually doing. What I found was that my lifestyle
was inconsistent with the truth of the statement I made; I was living without
Him. What seemed at first an intangible concept was coming to life, and the
implications prompted me to make a choice between knowingly (and thus
intentionally) living on in sin, or repenting and surrendering myself to
Christ. It is a choice I must still make every single day.
Now that I've
explained that, let me explain to you why I've chosen to name my blog "Epitome of Toast."
e·pit·o·me
- A person or thing that is a perfect example of a particular quality or type.
- A summary of a written work; an abstract.
Toast
(slang)
- Destroyed, terminated, ceased functioning, ended abruptly be external forces.
Perfect example of
being destroyed. That is what I am without Christ. Being a sinful person,
without Christ, I am toast. How could I measure up to the standard of
perfection? Apart from the grace that is found in Christ, I am left to be
measured up the impossible standard set by the Law, a standard with one
purpose: to show that it is impossible to please God on my own. Outside of
Christ, I'm toast. I believed it in my mind, but it wasn't until later that I
came to these three scriptures that show it to be true:
For
the Law made nothing perfect. (Herews 7:19)
For
by works of the Law no human being will be justified in His sight, since
through the Law comes knowledge of sin. (Romans 3:20)
Nevertheless
knowing that a man is not justified by works of the Law but through faith in
Christ Jesus, even we have believed in Christ Jesus, so that we may be
justified by faith in Christ and not by the works of the Law; since by the
works of the Law no flesh will be justified. (Galatians 2:16)
Without Him, we're
all toast.
Yet there is hope:
But
God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us,
even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with
Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up with Him, and seated us
with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the ages to come He
might show the surpassing riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ
Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of
yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may
boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. (Ephesians 2:4-10)
It is a hope comes
through a promise given to us by God Himself: He cares for us and will never
leave us (Deuteronomy 31:6, 8; Hebrews 13:5; Joshua 1:9; 1 Peter 5:7), and He
is always with us (Matthew 28:20) So even though I'm toast without Him, He will
never leave me. All I have to do is stay near to Him with everything I have in
me. But it takes everything, and it costs everything. To say it could cost
anything less than everything to follow Christ would be to sell myself short of
the truth; anything short of the truth is hopeless. But my hope is not for what
is within today, but what lies on the other side of tomorrow. To quote one of
my favorite songs, "Forever seems so far away, but we're on the brink of
eternity." The hope of eternal life in Christ is what I have my eyes set
on.
And that hope is
what keeps me going on. To quote another song, "Until my time arrives,
love is the reason I'm alive."
I hope this
explains the name of my blog. If not, then trust that it's not just a silly name. I write because I love to
write, but not only that, I write because I know that even if I see my own
story as insignificant, to someone else it could be just the encouragement they
need. I write because each person has a story that is invaluably important. I
write because I want to share the things that I have come to terms with in
hopes that somebody else might be spurred toward Christ as a result. Beauty
from ashes, life from death, hope from hopelessness; that is the epitome of
toast.
Later edit: of course, "epitome" is also defined as "a summary of a written work; an abstract." So, if "Toast" is me, then the epitome of toast could also be an abstract of my life. That seems much more simple.
Later edit: of course, "epitome" is also defined as "a summary of a written work; an abstract." So, if "Toast" is me, then the epitome of toast could also be an abstract of my life. That seems much more simple.