I mean, I haven’t really, totally stopped getting on face
book (I’ll post this blog on it), but I’ve been forced to rethink my
unconditional commitment to it. It’s not
that Satan used face book to invade my body (I don’t think). But I found myself somewhat unsatisfied after
spending an extended period on it. It’s
hard to explain.
My gut feelings were confirmed while sitting on the porch
swing. My wife, Cindy, and I decided to
take advantage of the burst of warmth that happened one day last week. We went out on our back porch, sat down on
the porch swing and talked. A novel idea! We talked about nothing in particular for no
particular reason. We just talked and
swung in the porch swing. (Right now I
have the overwhelming urge to write a couple verses of Swingin, the country classic by John Anderson, but I’ll resist.)
The point I’m trying to make is this. When we were done talking about nothing in
particular for no particular reason I felt full and good. When I realize that I’ve given up thirty or
forty-five minutes of my life on face book I don’t feel full and good. Sometimes I feel a little bit empty.
Please don’t misunderstand.
I’m not saying we should all quit face book (although most young people
have already moved on to Twitter and Instagram), I’m just saying that maybe the
next time you have a choice between an hour sitting in a porch swing talking to
a real person (or a good dog), especially one you love, or an hour on face book looking at
videos posted by people you don’t even know, you may want to give the porch
swing a try.
