What if we are so obsessed with being connected everywhere that we’ve actually failed to be fully connected anywhere?
It struck me again tonight that I struggle being fully present. The problem is that there are just so many conversations taking place. There are emails to write and respond to, tweets to check, texts to look at. There are TV dramas and lines from books running through my mind. There are so many voices, so many distractions, so many stories all running about willy nilly like jack rabbits. I have only mentioned a few, but trust me… these rabbits are breeding and multiplying at an incredible rate and there is no end in sight.
But it has to stop! I mean seriously, I can’t live this way. You can’t live this way. We can’t just keep being pulled in all these different directions. Back in Roman times they pulled you in different directions as a form of torture, granted they attached ropes to your body and then attached those to powerful horses, but you get the idea. This is madness. This feeling that we can be everywhere and do everything is addicting and dangerous. We want to be involved in every conversation and see every new youtube video. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the only one who feels this way, but it’s suffocating.
This might be turning into a little bit of rant, and for that I apologize, but I’m sincerely concerned. How are we ever going to listen to God when we are so busy trying to listen to everybody else while we come up with our own witty sayings to try on Facebook and twitter. We consume and we consume not so that we can be fed but so that we can be relevant and funny and cool. We gorge ourselves on insignificant things and then wonder why we feel shallow. We read the Bible not so that we can listen to the words of God for the nourishment of our own soul but so that we can post about it later. We want God to entertain us. We want God to say something profound to us in 140 characters or less. We want God on our terms.
But what if God doesn’t work the way we want him to? What if God will just be quiet and refuse to interrupt all the other conversations you’re having? I’m not saying he’s incapable of getting your attention, but what if he refuses to be a part of the ongoing frenzied informational shouting match. What if he wants to say something to you not so you can re-tweet it, but so that you can take it in, chew on it and be transformed?
I am afraid that our deep need to be connected to one another has become an unhealthy obsession and is in fact disconnecting us from God and from depth and intimacy with one another.