2nd Commandment

I bow to too many idols.  

I let them tug at me before light and waking crack open my eyes. 

If I were to measure the amount of time I spend connecting with God and the themes of life that are most meaningful, the tape would run shamefully short alongside the measure of time spent worshipping the woes of my day.  

My scripture comes to me in a live feed connecting me to the smooth surface of an Iphone.  There are people at my fingertips.  Instead of praying, I can reach out like a satellite to receive the messages of others.

 “I need you.  I like you.” 

I swallow it like communion.  

The bad news can be filtered away if it doesn’t suit me, and the holy spirit of social media can sweep in at anytime to bring me offerings of kittens, or stories of others who make me believe I am superior.  I am addicted to my grip on the rocks of judgment.  The power of my thumb and heart is mighty.

God misses me?
Then God should get a facebook profile.  And a blog. Competition is much too steep these days to sit idly by and expect my vote of faith.