There are numerous reasons for this, not the least of which:
1. I apparently enjoy quitting blogging. I can't get that I'm-a-quitter-again rush if I never re-start. There's nothing like the fresh, clean feeling I get when I quit blogging. It's kinda tingly, and it lasts for days. Just knowing that if I've reached just one person -- just one! -- by quitting, well, it's worth it.
So, sometimes, sure, I'll get discouraged, and I'll keep writing on the blog, posting stuff. But then I'll remember that one person in Heaven who might come up to me and say, tears in their eyes, "If you didn't quit blogging -- I wouldn't be here."
2. There are, reportedly, people still left unoffended by my previous bouts with my thoughts in this space. This can not -- will not -- stand.
3. I'm spending way too much time on my iPhone, playing the "Home Run Race 3D" app. I'm ranked number 1214...IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. My wife isn't that proud, but...
4. My wife thinks I'm hot when I blog. Especially when I write about theologians, like the uber-smoking Reinhold Niebuhr, or N.T. Wright, or Tillich or -- get down -- Schweitzer. And really: Who, among us male bloggers, hasn't experienced that? Something about blogging drives females WILD.
5. I sorely miss the interaction with people. Not just people-people, but the kinds of people who bother themselves to write funny or kind or challenging comments. I talk to hundreds of thousands every day in my job, and I'm kinda lonely. Sort of. Figure that one.
6. There's just too much goofy stuff out there to comment on.
7. Someone Twittered something today that linked to an old post on this blog, and I went back and read it. It was funny. And stupid.
Mostly stupid. I've got more where that came from.