I sit in my hotel room at my computer because I just finished work. As I sit here several things flash through my mind that I could do… would have done at a different stage in my life. If I’m honest with myself I know that I sit at the gateway to Hell. I am maybe 8 to 10 letters and a couple mouse clicks from a journey into the pits of Hell where hours of sludge can be consumed to fester and eat my soul.
So many men (and I’m sure women) tonight are out on the road traveling for business away from their spouses, bored, or lonely and Satan has finally reached his apex. He has arranged for a medium that allows you to consume pornography, smutty stories, pictures of anything imaginable. You can voyeuristically consume hours of perfectly tailored garbage while living out some fantasy of a relationship or have fantasy sex with thousands of people without ever having to bother to get know them. All the while telling yourself that you are connecting.
While God created us for relationship with God and with humanity we have finally been landed in the ultimate antithesis of the Garden of Eden. We no longer commune with our world we consume our world. We no longer have to relate to other humans we now watch them on TV or read about them on Facebook. We have thousands of friends and see the most beautiful people naked or even having sex with each other. We gorge ourselves on stories about how the beautiful ones have failed or succeeded and feel better about ourselves. But really we may not have anything ourselves.
We watch people on TV protest and march over a child being shot and imagine ourselves as being involved. But we never left our living room. We have the world brought to us on a screen and don’t really even know what it actually smells like. We ‘like’ or ‘dislike’ the world from afar like some futuristic jury. We eat meat from a store and don’t really even know what it means to kill and gather that meat. We send our young men to stop those awful men on the other side of the world and don’t understand why these children raised on video games come home broken over real death. We have completely lost touch.
Lord help me… Help me to touch more actual human beings. Help me to really Love on strangers and get to know them. Frankly, help me just stand up from this keyboard and leave the portal closed before the tempter consumes my soul.
(Family and friends, if you have ventured here. Sorry if this was too heavy for you. Really, I am just fine. This is just a moment of clarity for me I needed to share. There will be more of this. So if it freaks you out you may want to stay on Facebook. Someone out there needs to read that they are not alone.)