Plugged In or Tuned Out?

Does improved technology “plug us in” to one another, or tune us out from life?

Recently, I was part of a group of parents and teens who shared a table at a Steak and Shake restaurant. We had just sent their older siblings off to Germany for a three-week “young ambassador” trip. As we were seated, one of the adults suggested that the kids, who we are hoping will be the “next generation” to represent our conference overseas, might like to sit together at one end of the table so they could "bond". It's not like the kids don't know each other-- the two boys have been at church camp together for years and the girl has known one of the boys since she was about four years old.  

The parents have shared camp experiences, conference activities and long friendships, too. We chattered almost non-stop, pausing only to order our food and take periodic bites of it when it arrived. We talked about the wonderful opportunity our older children were embarking upon. We shared memories about the German youth who had stayed with us the previous summer, and would be soon reunited with the American partners. Occasionally we received an update from the travelers: “We're on the plane. We're about to leave. Can my girlfriend pick me up at the airport when we get home?” Those messages were shared with everyone at the table.

Our younger teens sat at the other end of the table, texting, checking emails and saying few words to each other at all!  So much for bonding!

It reminded me of a band trip to New York City that I chaperoned two year's ago. It was somewhat disconcerting to discover just how “plugged in” the others on the trip were to their electronic devices. Not just the kids, but also the adults, all seemed to have cell phones, laptops, portable music devices... They spent their time sending messages, watching videos, talking to friends on the other bus, or doing work. I suppose if the trip were taken today, they might also be reading books on their Kindles!

This was fine for the long bus ride to New York City, but it continued even on the short tours! At one point I even noticed my own daughter, who did not have a cell phone at that time, passing another student's phone back and forth across the bus aisle-- texting instead of talking! It was almost tragic when we dined at a special restaurant, designed to look like we were on Mars. The other adult and I looked at each other from either end of the table, helpless as we could not get them to stop texting friends at other tables long enough to talk to each other! They were so plugged into technology that they missed the wonders around them!

There were a few who noticed the daffodils blooming in Central Park, and others who delighted in the rich baritone voice of a homeless man who sang for donations outside of the Guggenheim Museum. But even those soon returned to cell phones for communication. I cannot help but think there were missed opportunities because of it.

As we sat in the airport, waiting the return of our young people, we again gathered the teens at one table and the adults around another. We shared what had happened in our lives in the past three weeks, as our children were overseas. We laughed at pictures that had been shared on Facebook and as cellphone messages began to come in, those were shared, too: “We've left Atlanta. They say we are 10 minutes out. We've landed. Is my girlfriend there yet?”

The “next generation” finally began to talk, bond a little, and, at the very least, passed their iPods back and forth to share music or websites that were of interest to the others. Tuned out? A little less than before. Hopefully plugged in to new friendships and opportunities yet to come.

God Doesn't Hate Figs, Either!

Let me start by going on record: I don't believe that God hates homosexuals. I also don't believe that God hates Chick-Fil-A owners, Democrats or Republicans, Jews or Muslims... The God who hung on the cross and cried out to heaven, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”, does not hate PEOPLE. God detests some behaviors-- sins—and I might add that no one particular group of humans seems to have a monopoly on either Christ's condemnation or grace. And God certainly does not hate figs, despite what a cartoon making its way around Internet Social sites seems to indicate.

I feel compelled to say something about this cartoon, for it generates in me feelings that are almost as strong as the disgust I feel every time I hear that members of the Westboro “Baptist” group (I refuse to use the words “Christian” or “Church” in relationship to this hate group.) have spewed their “God hates fags” mentality again. The cartoon I am speaking of show a drawing of Jesus with a headline that reads: “OMFG, guys. I said I hated FIGS.”

Some of my dearest friends have re-posted the cartoon saying words of affirmation such as “I love it!”. With sincere care and love for these friends, I have to respond: “I am appalled.” This cartoon comes precariously close to being blasphemous.

First, I know what OMFG stands for. “Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain.” One of the “Big 10” commandments is pretty definite. Taking the Lord's name in vain can take on many forms. Cursing, while using the word “god”, is certainly one example. To use the word frivolously, such as by saying, “Oh my God!” (OMG) is an example of using the name in vain. Adding the “F” word into thet equation simply makes the statement doubly offensive, at least to me. Perhaps even triply offensive.

I've never been comfortable with billboards, T-shirts, buttons or pencils that put words in God's mouth. However, if this cartoon had simply said, “Guys! I said I hated FIGS”, I might have simply giggled and even appreciated the point. But that isn't the case.  By using God's name in vain, by mis-using Christ's name (even to combat other mis-use of Christ's words), this cartoon has been made into something that isn't funny at all, and the "point", for me, is lost.

The truth is, God—Jesus-- actually liked figs, according to the Bible. When he cursed the fig tree, it was because he wanted figs, and the tree in question was not bearing any fruit. It seems to me that God hates behaviors... Jesus spoke out against, even showed anger, when people cheated others. He did not like sanctimonious or judgmental behaviors (such as exhibited by Sadduccees or Pharisees). He cursed the tree that bore no fruit.  

And yet, this is also the One who hung on the cross and asked for forgiveness for the very people who persecuted and killed him. I can only imagine that he begs for forgiveness for people today who, in the name of God, make terrible gestures of faith. He may not like the behaviors. He may not like MY behaviors. But I cling to the hope that in spite of it all, I am loved.  I pray that my life bears fruit, and that my actions find acceptance in His eyes.

Killing the Fatted Calf

Tomorrow, my "prodigal son" returns... Well, he is not really a "prodigal".  He is not reckless or extravagant, except with his grace and ability to forgive.  Still, I have already begun to prepare the "fatted calf", in a manner of speaking.  I have bought some of his favorite snack foods.  I am searching the Internet for just the right blackberry cobbler recipe.  We will grill out hamburgers (the fatted calf, indeed!) and his father has painted a sign to welcome him home at the airport (in case he has forgotten our faces in the past three weeks).

Our son, along with two American leaders and thirteen other American youth are flying home tomorrow after spending three weeks in a Partnership Activity with youth and leaders from our partnership congregations in Germany.  This culminates three years of planning and meeting, which included the German Partners spending three weeks with us last summer.  The time together may be ending, but it is clear that the connection will be life-long, and the changes... no-- the TRANSFORMATION in these young lives cannot be measured in financial cost or time commitments.  They are forever changed because of what God has done in and through their lives.

When the planes crashed into the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001, I was in Germany, having just attending a conference on Overcoming the Decade of Violence.  The first day that the delegates from the US spent in our host homes was the day our world changed forever.  In spite of that, because of the genuine hospitality shown to us, there was never a time that I didn't know I would be fine... no matter what.

So, tomorrow, as my son (who is no prodigal... nor is he a "boy" any longer) boards the plane to come home, he brings with him the prayers and good will of new friends with whom there will be a "forever connection".  And I do not fear his safety, for I know he flies in the palm of God's hand.

Let the welcome home party begin!

The Elephant in the Room

It has been more than a year since I posted to my blog... Thank you to my brother-in-law for words of encouragement to get "back in the saddle again".

It is said that the best thing to do when there is an "elephant in the room" is to introduce it.  In this Sunday's sermon, I plan to introduce my congregation to the one that has been living with us for a while.  It's name is "FEAR".  We have several other individual elephants who accompany us from time to time:  Pride, Prejudice, Apathy...  The permanent dweller seems to be Fear.

I am well acquainted with Fear-- we are old chums since childhood.  Sometimes Fear stays at my house.  Sometimes Fear grows so large that there is scarcely room for anything or anyone else in my life.  These days, Fear can be contained pretty well, and sometimes even just sits on a shelf, forgotten.

But lately, Fear has come to dwell in our church.

There are some good reasons.  Indiana is one of the regions in a very serious drought.  Our local area has been missed by most of the rain that HAS come (and that's not much.)  I've even begun to wonder if the Weather Channel really knows where my zip code actually is, because yesterday there were periods where we had 100% chance of rain, and it's still as dry as cornmeal out there!  Our town, our county and our state have issued ordinances for the conservation of water.

On top of the drought, we can add the sad state of the economy, a lack of trust for any governmental officials, and, since 2001, a feeling that we are no longer as "safe" as we once were.  And, because the area we live in is a "dying community", that makes us, as a church, all too aware of having fewer people in the pews and fewer coins in the offering plate.  Yes, there seem to be good reasons for Fear to be spending time with us.

And yet... This week's Gospel reading from the Gospel of John tells us the familiar miracle story of Jesus feeding the 5,000.  It's the only miracle story that is told in all four Gospels.  The disciples and Jesus have no food to give to the mass of people who have followed him out to a hillside.  A small boy has five barley loaves and two fish.  Jesus blesses this food, distributes it to those gathered, they eat and are "satisfied" (the Greek word used has messianic overtones and speaks of being truly filled-- spiritually and bodily, perhaps).  When they are done, there are still twelve baskets leftover.

In light of our fears, I can't help but read this passage this week and be reminded that we worship a God who PROVIDES!  All it took was one person, one small person, to share what they had, and Jesus was able to multiply it so that there was more than enough.

In this nation, most of us have far more than enough.

We lament the loss of security since 9-11, and yet, I can walk through the streets of my town and be fairly sure that I will not step on a landmine, be ambushed by snipers or assaulted in my home.   There are many places in the world where I could not do that.

We cry over the forced restrictions on water, and yet, we should be doing them anyway!  There is still water from my tap when I turn it on, and while it is not the "best water", it is at least clean.  There are many places in the world where people have to walk a mile or more to get water, and then it is often contaminated.

We lament the rising cost of food and gasoline, while our paychecks remain the same or dwindle, and yet, most of us has far more than we really NEED.

In John's Gospel, the miracle of feeding the 5000 is followed by the story of Jesus walking on water through a storm that he calms.  The disciples are terrified.  Jesus says, "Do not be afraid.  It is I."  Once the disciples invite him into the boat, IMMEDIATELY they are "on the land to which they were headed."

We worship the Risen Christ.  Can we not find words of hope in these passages, words that will, at the very least, bring that darned elephant back to a manageable size?  Can we not be like the young boy, and share what we have so that Jesus might multiply it and bless others through our gifts?  Can we not invite Christ "on board" in the midst of our storms, and IMMEDIATELY find ourselves in a better place?

Wishing you all peace.

SpiritSong