From Trent Ling
Dinner with the family… Out for ice cream with the kids… Vacationing with the peeps… Sitting at a red light with passengers aboard… The punch line? The saddest of post-scripts: … on the phone!
Unabashed, parents and children spend time together… each on their own phones!
How better to announce a zero regard for each other? Why not just confess to the family that while taking a pass on cocaine, no celebration warrants because of this incessant snorting of phone all-day, every day?
Deep down, all know that whatever we do, we should do it with all of our hearts. Colossians 3:23. Unfortunately, everything done by most comes slathered with needless, distractive “phonal” activities. While cutting back on salt, sugar, and caffeine, folks must go further and eliminate their phones from all but strictly private, quarantined usage. Nothing interrupts, divides, distracts, and thumbs the nose at “loved ones” more than a slobbering, insatiable appetite for gadgetry. It demonstrates and reveals the dynamics of an emptying life, blown about and lured by amusements, short of the requisite heart and mind that would make sensible and respectable discernments.
Where does this love of phone leave the kids? On their own as usual, left to follow a horrible example and/or left to soldier on their own starting smack dab in the midst of clueless and negligent parenting, a brutally lifeless desert of sorts.
Look at your phone. Give it a shrewd, watchful eye. Loathe it. Exorcise it. Yes, to its useful extent and at the proper time, put it to work. But nobody hanging out with others, fiddling with the phone, can plausibly make any case for the existence of any self-control, self-awareness, care, or respect.
Some will claim never to have been told this before. WOW! Others have heard and already rebuffed such advice. DOUBLE WOW!
Our genetics and our callings contemplate big things. If we cannot, and/or will not, tell our phones to sit, lie down, and roll over (thereby rendering them to their proper places), then true humility from stark reality (falling from our destiny of big things to a reality spent on measly things) should bring a flow of grace with enough awakening to rid ourselves of any and all dragons, not the least of which would be the omnipresent, metallic appendage of neo-addicts.
This must be fixed before something even goofier plagues us. What next, televisions in our bedrooms? Or worse yet, in our cars? Oh wait…
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