I do not know

People often ask me about this column or that, or this song or that. “Boy, where you get the idea for this? What kind of brain you got?” And down the road, there may come a day when I may be able to answer, but as of now the answer, honestly, is “I don’t know.”  It’s not as if I go looking for these things; the truth is they come looking for me, landing on me out of nowhere, and sometimes they come from other people and I truly don’t ask.  I simply recognize the suggestion as a good one, or it has some other appeal to me, and I go with it, giving thanks for whatever God gave me to propel it.