Bethany: My Thoughts on Psalm 119:11 and Circus Acts

May 08

Bethany: My Thoughts on Psalm 119:11 and Circus Acts

I haven’t been writing.  I have been facebooking.  This has led to some passive-aggression in my life lately.  I’ve noticed it off and on since I’ve been home from Korea, but it wasn’t until I read this popular status that a few people have posted (So, Osama bin Laden
is     standing    before God  waiting  to  hear his punishment,   when God gets a tap on the shoulder.  Behind him stands 343 firefighters, 72  police officers, 1 K9 officer,  3,000 *American citizens & over 5,000 soldiers. “Don’t    worry,     God, we got this!”)  It made me really, REALLY angry.  It stirred up a really nasty response.  I hope it is righteous anger.  Your god and my god are not always the same god and oftentimes neither have any relation to THE God, but I cannot reconcile the god of this status with the one I know.

I know this is just a snarky status, meant to celebrate the most recent American “win”.  It’s enough though.  Enough to make me push away from the monitor and examine my reaction to this type of status update and to see that Facebook isn’t doing for me, what it’s doing for others.

First of all, my reaction.  I am Baptist-bred girl who conquered Bible drills and Awana awards like they were Olympic events.  I could care less about sports, but I compete in air conditioned settings when minimum movement and physical dexterity is involved.  I don’t remember chapter,verse references anymore, but now that I have the internet, that’s not really a concern of mine until all the books are burned at 451° F.  The point is that I hid His words in my heart (Psalm 119:11).  Sometimes hidden away words that I memorized in Sunday School fall onto the floor of my headspace.  When the sun is out, you don’t know how you’re going to spend the change you’re putting away for a rainy day.  That’s the whole reason you saved anyway, for unexpected expenses.  That’s how I see those Bible drills, too.  Saving words for the unexpected.

The words that I remembered when reading the previously mentioned status were these:  “Vengeance is Mine . . . The Lord will judge His people.”  There are so many things we are encouraged to share with God, but I never saved any words that say we can share judgement day.  That isn’t our role, and even when we judge anyway, we are warned of the consequences.  However harshly we deal with others is the same intensity of our own judgment.  The status was so viciously offensive to me because, although probably just a joke, victims do not judge their wrongdoer.  Jesus prays just the opposite.  We forgive trespassers because we are forgiven.

This is not the only time I’ve felt really weird reading some facebook post, and it’s not the only time I’ve wanted to respond.  I don’t though.  It’s not me.  It’s a politically heightened time here though, and everyone has opinions about who’s in charge and who should be.  I have always opted to stay, more or less, out of that conversation, especially in online dialogues.  That’s not the case with many of my facebook friends and acquaintances.   There’s nothing wrong with posting what you think and contributing to the conversation, but it’s a tight, tricky rope to walk, requiring balance, a sequined leotard, big smile, and the circus music.  I am just not willing to do that act.  You aren’t a freak show if you choose to do that, but it’s not for everyone.  It’s a daredevil trade, and even daredevils can fall.

Karl Wallenda, famous highwire walker, fell to his death walking the rope.

I know everyone likes to stand up on their modern soapbox, the status update, and type their thoughts to the big, wide web, but it’s not  enough for me.  It doesn’t make me feel validated to say what I feel in 420 character status update.  What I feel doesn’t fit there usually.  It doesn’t make me happy to see my friends’ drama fit there either.  I am addicted to facebook, nonetheless.  I don’t like it, though.  I do not fit there anymore.  I have outgrown 420 characters.

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