Information. That’s what we tell ourselves. We say it’s all in the name of knowledge. We say we aren’t addicted to social media, we just want to be informed. We say it’s necessary to inundate ourselves with a constant stream of stimulation so we don’t miss anything. The thing is, I learned more in the 40 days without that information than I ever did in the midst of it. I learned so much that I’ve yet to put the Facebook app back on my phone and if given the option to sit and wait for Brynna to finish Kumon or read my Twitter feed, I just wait. And my phone sits in my pocket. Or…dare I say it…in the car. Because I’m not going to die if it’s more than 10 feet from me.
So here’s what I learned without all that information:
I think in Tweets
Example: My parents visit and take Brynna and her buddy to Disney on Ice. Although I was never allowed to do so as a child, the girls eat popcorn, cotton candy and sno cones. My first thought is “Grandparenting 101: #love #spoil #repeat”
I don’t let it (a lesson or good Word) sink in before I give it away (tweet it)
Quotes that would have been tweeted:
“If you discount your sin, you discount what God did to forgive it.”
“It’s far easier to ACT like a Christian than it is to REACT like a Christian. Our reactions reveal who we really are.”
“Jesus broke the curse so you could break the cycle.”
“If you want all God has to give, you’ve got to be willing to do all He asks.”
God didn’t speak more without social media. I could just hear more.
God is never going to shout. He will whisper and wait. The more noise I indulge, the longer it will take.
My friend Courtney did the same challenge over Lent. When she removed the apps from her phone, she said “There’s a huge hole where Facebook used to be.” She meant on the home screen. It applies to time as well.
When I thought of someone, I called or texted them instead of assuming they saw my last tweet.
The point of posts or tweets is generally to share what’s on your mind – not ask someone else what’s on theirs.
I pick up my phone approximately 712 times a day
709 of the times I pick up my phone, it looks exactly the same as the time before
Picking up my phone is more habit than interest
I checked my email and the weather 100 times a day because it was the only thing left on my phone to refresh and Heaven forbid if I didn’t know the SECOND something changed.
I don’t actually NEED my phone 24 hours a day.
I needed a better news app. Using Facebook to know what’s going on in the world is both sad and misleading. I am now actually informed about real events that happened instead of 200 people’s opinions about what happened
The news makes me sad.
That’s kind of a beside-the-point. But it does. We are so appalled at how a man could be mistreated while being executed while we support millions of babies dying every day.
But the best thing I learned without all that information is this:
It doesn’t matter. Information is good; don’t get me wrong. But my reading, hearing or saying it, doesn’t make it true. Whether I know about it or not, God will comfort someone who mourns today. He will make sure the earth spins on it’s axis.
And He will do it all without my help.