“Be still, and know that I am God.”
My friend Gerry Straub, who blogs at Gerry Straub’s Blog, says today:
“We live in an age where modern transportation allows us to go anywhere we want; ironically, we live in an age where many have lost their sense of direction.
“Our society gives priority to material progress over moral growth and to the efficiency of getting things done over social responsibility. While technology is important and can be good, what we really need is the wisdom that comes from God. Instead we get tweets that say nothing.”
I hate to quibble, Gerry, but the fact is that tweets often say way too much in the limited number of words allowed in a single tweet.
There’s now not a news cycle that goes by that we don’t get either an apology or a defiant stance following some quickie tweet circulated by some politician or political aid, some over-paid and over-spoiled jock, or some celebrity (who may be famous for nothing more than being famous), or some news and media figure or knee-jerk pundit, or some flash-in-the-pan who is currently basking in Andy Warhol’s prophetic prediction of everybody’s “fifteen minutes of fame.”
And then there’s Facebook and all the other social “connection” forums (social “disconnect” forums?) that have opened such golden opportunities for knee-jerk, reactionary responses to every event and pseudo-event happening every minute of every long day.
America has indeed lost her sense of direction, and lost the ground that nurtures wisdom, in no small part because of her loss of quiet time.
We’re now bombarded with so much 24 hour news and commentary–a huge portion of which, when broken down and analyzed, is not really news or news commentary at all–that it’s too much for us to begin to pause and think about, or seriously reflect on, current events, and the challenges they present.
And then there’s the constant entertainment we live for–a huge portion of which, when it too is broken down and analyzed, is not really entertaining us at all. It’s just the TV blaring in the empty family room while we stand at the bar in the kitchen scarfing down Big Macs and Fries and playing games on our magic phones.
Her Greatness the writer Annie Dillard famously wrote, in her infinite, spiritual wisdom, that “how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
Those words don’t appear at first glance to be very profound words, and yet they speak volumes.
We now spend our days living in endless “news cycles” peddled by media that thrive on ratings to keep us jacked up, pissed off, worried sick, desensitized, demoralized, dehumanized, and living for the weekend so that we can escape to some ever bigger football stadium or a taller, shinier casino that promises us fortune enough to build ourselves more false security in a world where no amount of security can possibly be bought, sold or erected.
We spend our days as if the meaning of life were . . .
“Here I am.
Modern transportation, as my friend Gerry says, can get us anywhere, and fast, even as we keep losing our sense of direction in an ever louder world.
To paraphrase a musical prophet, we’re living our days like so many rolling stones, with no direction home to what might be interpreted as the presence and the wisdom of God.
Be still and know that God is God, and if you can’t stand the holiness of stillness, just know that in this day and age, stillness in the holy side of life takes practice.