Hey! There Are Humans in the Room!

The other night my husband and I were out to dinner on the patio of a restaurant in a public “square” if you will. The area was filled with many people, 50-75 maybe, milling around, socializing, every age and generation, gender, cultural diversities, and every one of them was actively engaged, simultaneously, with their phone. Head down, some earphones in, thumbs typing away.  

It was creepy actually. My husband and I sheepishly looked to see where our own phones were. Husband’s in his pocket, mine on the table face down…thank God! 

I am not writing here from a position of relational superiority. I am as susceptible as any to the stimulus on that thing. There is a lot of interesting stuff on that phone I’ve never heard or seen before, whereas my husband and I, having been married over 45 years, have heard, seen, said it all at some point in our marriage. It’s so easy to be captured by interesting material and new ideas, perspectives, and my best friends new baby giggles. But in fact I have an amazing human in front of me who deserves more than an absentminded uh-huh, mmmm, IDK…

I would propose that the mental, emotional and spiritual health of this generation will depend on our ability to put the damn thing down.

Will we be able to though? Here is an interesting read from Time Mag: Americans Check Their Phones 8 Billion Times a Day

I want to stand up and champion a resistance movement in this regard. You can assassinate someone with words, destroy reputations with clicks, influence the gullible, scam the innocent when you are hidden in the covering of “social” experiences via the internet. Am I the only one that sees danger here? #humansmatter

I watch parents battle at the dinner table to get their kids to put their phones down. I pray they find victory over it. “You are going to sit down, have dinner with us, pay attention to us, tell us in words, physical animation and emotional energy how your day was. AND LIKE IT!! We insist.” It has to be a strong determined stance, because nothing in this world will ever take the place of eye to eye, heart to heart, genuine loving affectionate interpersonal engagements. 

My husband has all on his own, shut down most of the social media engagement. He jumps on there once in a while to like, lol, thumbs up some things, but he finds it all, keyboard warriors, misleading headlines, and personal stories, either embellished with glitz, or laden with brokenhearted, anguished narratives, together too much for one person to process. He is all the wiser for it. 

Considering you can meet, date, propose, accept and marry just with your phone, I think we will want to take a good hard look at this thing, and set appropriate boundaries around its place in our lives. 

Oh! Gotta go. I hear pinging in the other room! 

H.

Jesus My Idol.

Recently asked to speak on ways we make our children our idols, my research brought me some interesting information. I saw a picture of a fertility god with a big head and face distorted in pain, a pretty good symbol of what its like to have a baby alright. I am so happy to live in these times with scientific understanding dispels ignorance.  

Anyway, I did form an opinion that our need for idols is alive and well. Money, fame, wealth, popularity, good looks, perfect bodies, fancy cars, $2000 pedigree dogs, decor, great hair…I found myself feeling compassion with those whose pursuit of fulfillment lives in the things of this world because at the end of the day, they will not have fdelivered.  If you don’t personally know the intimate love of God, then what are you to do?   

I pondered deeply about the issue of idols. Do I have any? Well maybe, I love sparkly shiny things and have lots of them. I also have issues with imperfect hair. Do I fall down and worship my jewelry and a good hair day? No, I don’t think so. Although I am known by these things, I am not defined by them. As I prepared for my talk, God brought me insight on the issue and this is my Journal entry: “I feel exasperated when I look around and see how trapped we are in our idols. We hide behind them; we are afraid to reveal our hearts; be vulnerable; risk pain. Our idols protect us and the more we see how well they work, the more determined we are to preserve them. All to our detriment – creating a life of loneliness and pain.”  I have met many of you. My heart hurts for you.

The Son of God was crucified but rose on the third day. Jesus died for me. He rose from the grave to new life and he promises me that I might have new life in Him. I am aware of my great significance in the cosmos and extraordinary worth I have through him. And I adore Him. Please know He died for you too. You are a treasure to Him.  Image