Since I am a captive audience, I am spending more time than normal on Facebook.  Today, I ran across a cartoon that made me laugh…then it made me think.  It was two boxes – the first panel said “How we remember our ancestors:” at the top and had a character in it whose speech bubble read, “I found this old picture of my great-grandfather.  He looks so cool and mysterious.”  The second panel said, “How future generations will remember us:” at the top, with the speech bubble of the character saying, “I just downloaded an archive of my great grandfather’s Facebook updates.  Evidently he hated Mondays and loved telling people when he was bored.”  Ha!  Hmmm….

I’ve confessed that I love Facebook.  I love reading about the humdrum and the exciting in my friend’s lives.  I love pictures and Elf on the Shelf updates (although I think he’s seriously creepy!), I love seeing prayer requests and praise reports.  I love the good wholesome humor….and occasionally the off-color humor too.  But, there are some posts that I just hate.  The ones made by those who are perpetually complaining about something.  

Yes, we all need a safe place to vent.  No, we shouldn’t have to pretend that life is all flowers and rainbows.  And, yes, you have every right to post whatever you want on your own timeline.  That being said…

What if?  What if the only image a person has of you is the one you present on Facebook?  Would you be okay with that?  Is it an accurate image?  Is that who you want to be?  Trust me, I’m looking in the mirror when I’m asking these questions.  And, I want to be real.  But, I hope the real me is someone whose posts aren’t the ones who make you scroll past quickly.  I hope the real me makes you laugh, makes you think, maybe makes you cry….but always points you back to the One Who truly matters.

So.  Think about it.  Are you pleased with who you are on Facebook?  As Christians, it gives us an amazing opportunity to spread His light.  Is that what you’re spreading?

Be blessed and tell someone you love them!


About meanderingswithgod

I Write. It’s what I do. It’s as vital a part of me as breathing. I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I don’t understand. Or when I understand a little too clearly. I write when God’s speaking to me. And when I’m speaking to Him. And, more often than not, it comes out in rhythm and rhyme. In my words, you’ll find laughter and tears, pain and triumph, confusion and clarity. In my words, if you bother to search, you’ll find me. So, it is with both excitement and trepidation that I begin. This blog. This writing that’s been so long coming. My words. God’s words. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to tell the difference. Mine are clumsy, His are eloquent. I hope, as you read my verbal meanderings, that you’ll be blessed and find yourself searching for Him.
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