When does a negative observation become whining? When does leaning on our brethren for comfort become burdening them with our problems? Is “venting” every once in a while an appropriate response to stress? I have no easy answers for such questions. If you do, please share. Perhaps asking yourself questions such as the following can…
The problem with our society today is not that we have adults who act like children. The problem is, we have adults who aspire to act like children. It is their goal in life. They hate the idea of acting like adults (although they absolutely insist upon being treated as adults). They do not just…
In one of my recent forays into the interwebs, I came across a young woman who, when asked what she “did,” called herself an “influencer.” Like it is a job. Like she gets paid to tell people to wear ballcaps sideways and call their friends “brah.” Hey, someone has to do it. And clearly, someone…
I raised some questions last week about the Facebook “friend” who posted a vulgarism and couldn’t (wouldn’t?) delete it. Well, far be it from me to turn away from a custom-made bulletin article, so allow me to elaborate a bit.
There are those who accomplish great things. And then there are those who have neither the grit, nor the talent, nor the patience to do so and yet wish to receive the same amount of credit. I try to associate with the first group as much as possible, hoping some skill and/or wisdom may somehow rub off. I try to avoid the second group entirely — but since their number seems to be growing every day, and since they all appear to be on social media, I am growing frustrated.
I think I’ve finally figured out what bugs me about selfies on social media. It’s that attention is being drawn, almost exclusively, to the outward appearance. Sometimes it’s our accomplishments, sometime it’s our misfortune, sometimes it’s our surroundings. But usually it’s just our looks. A new haircut, a cute expression — worse yet, the infamous “Which do you like better?” post, which literally begs for audience participation. All of this is a 21st Century way of saying, “Look at me! Look at me!”
Last week in this space I encouraged the “one-talent” Christians out there to not lose heart, but rather to rejoice in the “small things” they may be able to do in service to God and to the church. I thought I would follow up today with some specifics.
Again, these are things that virtually any Christian can do.
I have some unsolicited advice for my social media friends who like to pass along photos, memes, links, and various other items that might fall under the heading of “atrocity of the day.”
Because I love torturing myself, I occasionally use social media to check on some of the Christians I have known in the past who have shown signs of faith slippage. Invariably I find what I expect. It’s a sickness. I need to stop.
Anyway, one lovely young girl from our past got a tattoo on her foot awhile back. It reads, “Everything happens for a reason.” She has a beautiful baby girl now. Never been married. I doubt she sees the irony.
December has five Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays this year. That’s unusual, as you might expect. Pointless and uninteresting, sure, but unusual. In fact, it was suggested on Facebook (yes, I’m railing on Facebook again today) that it only occurs once every 823 years. OK, that might push it past the border into Interestingland.
Except it’s not true. And when you think about it, it can’t be true.