gospel of the little blue screen

Judges 10:14 “Go and cry out to the gods you have chosen. Let them save you when you are in trouble!"

Honestly I do.  In whatever I’m going through… I cry out to my gods.  Whatever gods are helping me get through that season.  Hello Social Media.  Hello Lust.  Hello sugar.  Hello expectations. 

Yeah, it sucks.  Kind of lame gods.  But they get me through to the next day.

I’m empty.  I feel pain. I want to be numb.  I cry out.  …to lust, social media, relationships and so on… and I get through.  And… I’m not fulfilled. 

Cycle. 

Repeat. 

I was awake in bed the other night.  And it killed me how much discipline it took me to ‘cry out to God.’

I was tired.  A bit empty.  Emotionally spent.

I cried out for a few minutes.  And then…

I picked up my phone.  Looked into the little blue screen.  Played some games.  Clicked on photos on Instagram.  Read the news on my feed.   Click.  Click.  Click.  Click.  Until I’m so tired that the screen keeping me awake till ungodly hours finally turns off and I crash.

Awake.

Morning.  Day.  Night…

Cycle. 

Repeat.

I’m not gonna lie.  I serve multiple gods.  And it’s awfully draining.  The gods of technology never rest.  The gods of social media always provide fresh content.  The gods of gaming always provide a new challenge.  The gods of lust are never satisfied. 

Idols, they’ve been promising good news for the last 4,000 years. 

And they’ve yet to live up to their promise.

I need a nap.  And a hammer.