With the exponential growth of smart phone ownership – seemingly the world over – the volume of pictures taken each day must be humungous.
We were at a concert some time ago. A youthful kind of performer was on stage. The volume of music so loud one’s ears rang for a day or so afterwards. We had seats two back from the stage. And I have to admit a little discomfort. Surrounded by very young ladies in awe – or lust – of this young singing chap.
Being so close to the front, he and I made “eye contact” a number of times (or so it seemed) as he did that flirty “staring with desire” thing young men do to adoring ladies. When they are performing. Whilst the volume of screams went up, my “eye contact” squirming also increased. All in all a wonderful evening’s entertainment. Both Mrs Paul and I agreed. One we will probably not repeat too often.
But I digress …
Smart phones. So many now seem to view the world through their lens. Capturing for the future by missing the present. Recording rather than being. Seeing through rather than seeing. Checking their viewfinder rather than viewing what they find.
I read somewhere that for every God Moment we share, there should be many more we don’t. Or else we simply use God as our performing monkey. He becomes a prop to make us look godly. We are the star rather than him.
All of which was prompted by one verse:
Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. John 21:25
It is a thought I take to heart. For every Batmobile sharing there are many intimate moments. For every clank of the loom so many private threads. For each blog so many more secret face times. Otherwise it is not a relationship – it is simply a less than youthful performer on a blog with the keyboard turned up far too loud. A relationship viewed only through the viewfinder. And no adoring young ladies.
John was in love. So in love with Jesus. “… the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them. (This was the one who had leaned back against Jesus at the supper and had said, “Lord, who is going to betray you?”) …” Yet John could only give us the highlights. The bits he felt would help. So much more he kept to himself.
I like John.
And that is what I value here. The fellowship and community. I guess there are performers. I guess for some God is a performing monkey. I guess there are adoring readers. I guess there are high volume keyboards. And I guess God works in ways I cannot comprehend. Doesn’t have that ringing in His ears problem I get. I guess, as with music or art or viewing life through a smart phone, God has created such a tapestry of diversity I will never fathom it all.
Which leads me to conclude with a simple thought. I love God. Just like John.
And just like John, I don’t have to understand Him. It is enough that He understands me. It is enough that He loves me.
Good night from England.