I despise you.
Yes, I’ll admit I also adore you. I love to know there are people who care about me; who genuinely want to know what’s going on in my life. I have friends old and new — real, true, loyal friends — who would not be part of my life, except for you.
You wreck my Sundays. You foul my mood when I’m headed out the door to worship. Here’s how:
- You tell me how people spent Saturday night. And I do not care.
- You let me know how people feel because of (or in spite of ) Saturday night’s activities. I have zero sympathy. You should already know this, you tracker-of-everything.
- You inform me of everyone’s whereabouts on Sunday morning. And then I go to worship, thinking of everyone who’s missing all that the Lord has to offer: this life, this joy, this utter, complete rest. And I do care. I’m so saddened.
Facebook, you fall woefully short. I won’t see you next Sunday. I’ll stick with this:
Jesus came and stood among them and said to them,“Peace be with you.” John 20:19