Friday, April 22, 2011

The Eyes of the World


My distaste for technology and it's contribution to society's increasing lack of discretion may be due to the fact that I grew up in the country, with no access to the outside world through telephone, internet, or television.  My kids are aghast as I tell them the story of Mommy’s techie-less childhood, pity filling their eyes as I speak of a life isolated.  Even as I try to reassure them that I liked it that way, they shake their heads in disbelief, appalled that their grandparents would submit my siblings and I to a life without the windows of the world looking in.
                That’s correct, you heard me right – no TV, no WII, no DVD player, no Blueray thingamajig.  No internet access, no cell phones – heck, no phone at all!  We lived in the “boondocks” as Dad lovingly called them - dry, harsh desert lands just north of the Mexico/Arizona border.  Eight siblings, we were eachother’s best frenemies.  We were fierce kids, smart kids, and always healthy kids.  The outdoors was our playground, and living in the country, there was plenty enough for everyone!  We ran, built forts, kept pets, caught lizards, and rode our bikes everywhere. 
Then one year, our innocence was interrupted, and we became the new owners of a much-loved Nintendo game console.  It came into our lives when I was about thirteen, and from that point on, we suffered from “Mario addiction.”  I can still whistle the theme music…doo doo doo, doo doo do doood!  After a couple of weeks, though, the novelty of it wore off, and we were soon back outside – running and romping and creating.
That was my only brush with technology and its power as a child – and I sometimes envy those innocent days of ignorant bliss.  Fast forward to today – I run a full-fledged internet business, happily most days, frustratingly on others.  I continue to believe in the usefulness of Facebook, Twitter and texting for communication purposes and business networking – though NONE of those programs are my friend.  I am unceasingly surprised at the openness of folks on the internet, and especially appalled at what comes out of the mouths, err, keyboards – of “Christians” across the net, especially on Facebook!  Call me old-fashioned, and you bet your bippie, you’d be right.  Call me a prude – right again!  Chalk it all up to growing up in a home where our mother’s jaw would drop if one of us said “deodorant” in “mixed” company!
I guess my point to all this jibber jabber is that I wonder where the personal discretion has gone.  Yes, I get it – technology is here to stay, it’s a good thing for business and growth, yada yada.  I am finally getting pretty excited about that opportunity, too.  My question is just this – with the eyes of the world upon us Christians in a more highly exposed way than ever before, what are we going to do with this opportunity?
I’m not by any means suggesting we put a Scripture on every Facebook post, or use Twitter to put 140 character mini-sermons into cyberspace!  I am merely questioning the usage of what is before us as a tool to reach dozens, no hundreds – actually, thousands for Christ!  Not just in a “Holy” way, but in tangible ways, too.  What about just being a positive encourager on the web?  Maybe just keeping some “moods” and anger issues at “you know who’s” at bay, or even privately deal with them before God rather than on the world-wide web!  I don’t know, I’m “just sayin!” 
I guess I have to realize that my kids are growing up in a time very different than my own childhood.  I don’t fear for them though, they serve the same God I did!  I just want them to use what is before them as a tool for Kingdom purposes, rather than a stress buster or mood release for themselves.  I just want them to realize that there are consequences for everything we do, including for what we know to do, and then choose not to do!  I guess I just want them to remember, online and off, that the eyes of the world are upon them. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Call to Die - Am I Ready?


The meaning of the principle of “bearing fruit” in my life is taking on a deeper understanding than ever before.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I understand it, but I don’t want to give in to it!  I don’t like giving ME up for anyone, but that is what He’s calling me to.  He’s asking me to die.  To myself – and what that means, then, is that I have to live for others.  Not for myself anymore – not for what pleases me or how I feel about it – whether “it” is the situation, the comment, the hurt, or the past abuse.  Ohhh, how my inner rebellious core battles with this one!  I’m fighting it, tooth and nail!
                I know this principle, I know the logistics around it.  I know the Scriptures touting it, and the things Christ had to say about it.  I know the ancient truth about it, and I can even see the results of living obedient to it, visible in other lives, lives around me… heck, I’ve even preached it and taught it!  But I just don’t know how to DIE yet.  Not fully. 
                How do we really bear fruit in life?  Take nature as a symbolic illustration – Christ always did!  I have a vibrant patch of strawberries on our garden, and they just bore the “first fruits” of the season yesterday – yummy!  However, for the green parts to come back in the spring, for the petite white flowers to bud and bloom, for the fruit to form under the bloom, then sprout into fruit “buds”, then – mmmmm the juiciness of it all!  The rich, ripe, juicy, red strawberries that resulted!  For all this to happen…well, winter came.  It wiped away the “old” and the plant DIED.  Now, it didn’t die fully - not completely.   It just died enough to kill off the useless parts - the parts that were dragging down the rest of the plant.
Symbolic, huh?!  Trees are like that too, and grass – that’s how He made it.  Where the life, the individuality of that being doesn’t die, the dreams don’t die, (He gave them to us, He’s not a dream killer!)   No, death is only for the old and useless part, the part that is dragging us down.  Once this death happens, rebirth comes!  For some areas, it’s a longer process than for others, but it always comes.
I’m so glad He’s showing me this – it makes it a little easier to listen to the call to die.