1. Checked his email…he didn’t have email. If so, maybe once or twice a day. I can’t see him chained to his desktop, laptop, or mobile device. Can you?
2. Prioritized his day…Jesus didn’t know the meaning of triage; he removed obvious distractions and met with everyone.
3. Checked his Facebook page…again no Facebook in first century Galilee. Maybe of a couple of times of day at most. Jesus liked to rely on word of mouth information. His core audience wouldn’t be likely to be able to check their phones or computers for updates on a regular basis.
4. Spent time alone…at least once or twice a day. Jesus knew when he needed to step back, be alone, recharge, and regroup.
5. Eaten with other people…Jesus never ate alone. Community wasn’t a buzz word. It was a reality. Meals were events, people sharing, preparing, eating, and being together. There is spiritual value in the act of eating a meal together.
6. Have taken pictures…all the time. I can see Jesus with a small digital camera taking pictures of everyone he meets. Would these go on Facebook or Instagram, I don’t know? I think they’re more likely on the divine hard drive we call creation.
Pictures like this are supposed to imply what? There is no more outside? I see plenty of outside from where I sit. Where has the outside gone? People no longer go outside? I see people everywhere I go. Many of them are outside. When school ends, many will be children playing outside. Has someone taken nature away? No, I don’t think this is the message. So what’s the point of the crotchety, old man expression superimposed over a big tree? Is there some old man meme factory where groups of mean old men type these things out all day long? A mean old man sweat shop, where a cabal of the elderly, convinced no one understands how it “used to be”, is determined to guilt the world into change, one meme at a time? Perhaps.
There is a subtle and more sinister theme at work: “I’m better than you because I had some idealized version of a rural childhood”. Notice the tree and lush green grass. It’s not a city park. Outside doesn’t count if it’s on a pick up basketball court on the south side of Chicago. Outside means the country. It also seeks to imply that people who play outdoors are morally superior, ethically more aware, and posses greater virtue than those who play indoors. The outdoor people experience valuable life lessons no one else has ever learned anywhere else at any time in human history. Completely unique to wherever they live, no one else shares their insights, wisdom, and homespun humor. They learned these lessons because they walked barefoot under trees in hot weather. Or so it would seem. The meme implies a black and white, all or nothing world. Summer time is dominated by the strong Tom Sawyers , not the allergy laden children addicted to the X-boxes in their playrooms. There’s no room for balance. It’s all as it was or not at all. People who play indoors are weak, sheltered, and missing out on some intangible something; most likely religious.
Does this meme wish to imply that nit wit, God denying, prayer stopping liberals keep their kids indoors and hover over their children in an overprotective manner to prevent them from enjoying their joys of an unfettered youth climbing big trees and running through green grass as Jesus intended? Maybe. For the record, I’m an occasional nit wit, sometime liberal, and a full time follower of Jesus who likes the tress and air conditioning. It seems a pointless thing to imply. Since no one has taken the outside away from anyone.
1. God doesn’t work this way. Never has, never will. How do they know what God will do? A “favor”? You’ve got to be kidding me!
2. Blessings aren’t a quid pro quo arrangement. We don’t receive something from God in return for doing something inane like forwarding a picture. God blesses us because God loves us.
3. Take this concept. What if you don’t have a phone, access to the internet, or a computer? How can you be expected to share this image within 120 seconds? As a result, you’re denied God’s blessings because of your limited access to technology. Does this sound like the God you’ve been taught to love and worship in church? A God who would punish or bless people on a whim because they didn’t share an image on a computer or phone doesn’t deserve to be worshiped. No. It’s utterly ridiculous.
4. Do you honestly think God cares whether or not you’re sharing pictures, is keeping track of who is sharing what, and planning who to grant a “favor” to at any one time? This is God we’re talking about. Do you honestly believe that the God of all creation works in such a petty way, like the popular kid at a junior high school? “Forward this to prove your love for me…” If this is how your think, you have a warped view of Christianity. Get help now.
The killing of three innocent people in Chapel Hill reminds me of something I’d rather forget: people are mean. Not all people but enough to make you think twice when making sweeping generalizations on a Sunday morning about the inherent goodness of the human race. Equally tragic is the reality that this meanness isn’t unique to one group of people. There are mean Muslims, atheists, and Christians. Mean people (who we’re often told “suck”- according a bumper sticker I keep seeing) who identify themselves as Muslims or atheists aren’t in my remit. Yes, we often live with the results of their “meanness” but I’m a Christian and a pastor. I have the opportunity to address Christian meanness before someone is forced to live with its tragic results. So I’ll say it, I’m frustrated by the meanness, nastiness, and ugliness running through my own tradition. To paraphrase Vladimir Lenin, “What is to be done?”
I seem to be running into mean Christians on an increasingly regular basis. Often this meanness is cloaked in the guise of something called, “tough love”. At other times, it’s on open display for the world to see. We’ve lost touch with the ability to hear how we sound. The sheer shrillness and meanness underlying our words are lost on us. This means we have no idea how we sound to the very world we’re trying to reach. We forget others are listening to what we say. The idea that others could be forming blanket (and often wrong) impressions about Christianity because of our actions is a foreign notion to many Christians. It seems with many Christians, they enjoy justifying their meanness with selective interpretations of the Bible. How can one best respond in such situations?
1. Don’t meet meanness with meanness. Two means do not make a nice.
2. Remember love isn’t love if it’s not Christ-like. Love that doesn’t affirm the humanity of another person isn’t tough love; it’s a form of condescension. Christian love recognizes Jesus Christ present in all people. All sorts of names and possibilities can be applied and turned into Christian sounding words. True love is Christ centered. For instance, show that same love you embody in Bible study or Sunday School to the waiter who messes up your lunch order. Show that love to your Muslim neighbor, Hindu physician, or person who cuts you off in traffic.
3. Remember that scripture is best understood in context. Memory verses sound impressive to the untrained ear. What’s more important is to filter all scripture through the lens of Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection. It’s impossible to understand God presence in our world without understanding the priorities of Jesus. Scripture used to justify meanness isn’t being examined through a “Jesus” lens.
4. Resist the urge to comment online about every post you read, even if it’s to correct inaccuracies. The seeming anonymity afforded by the internet allows meanness to flow in ways as never before. Mean people aren’t prepared to dialogue. These are arguments which are impossible to win. Embrace the desire to pray for everyone and how we may better respond to controversies in a Christ-like manner.
I Think I’m Checking Out of Facebook
The news is so lame,
it’s always the same,
too many people,
telling a stupid story,
in an asinine way,
so in love with each other’s laughter,
forgetting that we have lives to lead,
they bid us adieu,
so what do we do,
we pull up to Zuckerberg’s monster,
and say, “how are you?”
Facebook is becoming so boring,
repost this, “like” a tragedy,
get angry about that,
laugh at me,
as I buy a new doormat,
we live vicariously,
through the lens of another’s world,
why be compassionate,
when you can watch others help others,
while you sit there bored,
and cry at the right moment,
because you’ve been told,
“This will break your heart,
This is the most moving thing you’ll see”
or those who want to guilt you into liking and reposting,
because it seems,
if you don’t click their buttons,
you’re not on their team,
doesn’t the world have guilt enough?
does this really make you feel tough?
why be so hateful and mean,
when you can hide so easily,
behind the anonymous screen,
by clicking I like,
which means you can agree,
with practically anything,
without really saying a thing,
I’m thinking I’m going to checkout
and go back to the real world,
I prefer what it is all about.
The Internet Meets Country Music
Take a picture,
In my Waylon Jennings hat,
Snap my chat,
Is this on the Twitter,
As long as it’s clear,
And I won’t be mistook,
On the Facebook,
While people jet
Around the internets
And I don’t look Haggard,
But just so,
Like David Allan Coe.
What I Learned by Reading the Side of Facebook Today
Who scored the winning goal,
While two jets crash,
With no death toll,
Will I send funds to Bangladesh,
When I stroll,
Where Archduke Franz Ferdinand,
Waved goodbye and told,
A Serbian gunmen,
“What up, I gots to roll.”