Too much time on the phone, scrolling. That’s my problem. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram – all that malarky. (Not Snapchat – that’s where the young people ply their trade. Apparently all posts disappear after a few minutes so, by the time I have found my glasses, the messages will have gone). As a general rule I would say that I like a lot of Social Media. It can be life affirming to watch a daschund walking on a melon and I think we can all relate to that. The Internet too is a useful thing. Just look at my previous five searches
- Is Frank Ifield dead?
- What do silverfish look like?
- £1 Chef’s Butternut Squash Risotto
- How much is Man United’s new pink shirt?
- Can cold rice poison you?
You see! 100% useful. This week I read something on the Internet from a young couple. I don’t know them – they are friends of friends – but because the vast majority of the people I know can’t tell you the first thing about privacy settings – we all end up seeing lots of riveting posts about each other. She had written a post about how blessed she was to have a man like him and he had written how blessed he was that his wife had sacrificed so much to stay at home and look after their children, thus making their offspring “winners at life” and “preparing them to push on for God in an awesome way” and “growing leaders for the future.” This is all very nice and I am glad it is all working out so splendidly. Looking after your children is an honourable and important job. But – not so fast. I think I just need to say something.
- It’s lovely if you have a partner that makes you happy. Hurrah! Not everyone does though. Some people are with people who are not all that really and may be going through some stuff. Some people are alone and don’t want to be. Some people are alone and DO want to be. People are not living second division lives because they don’t have what you have.
- If I leave aside the unavaoidable fact that “winning” usually means that there is a loser, I am nothing but happy at the all round victorious nature of your children. Sometimes though, children are sad, they are bullied and lonely and they mess up. Sometimes, they are complete pains in the backside. They are no less precious, complete and adored by the Father.
- Not every family has the luxury of being able to leave one parent at home. You can sacrifice until you are blue in the face but if you are wrestling with a zero hours contract, unpaid bills and a ruck of uniform to buy – no baliff will accept the excuse that you are home because you are growing winners. And…
- In my humble opinion, a working parent is just as capable of providing love, care, security and all the other necessary things as anyone else. (And, should you so desire, you can help them to be their absolute best and push through as leaders as well – always remembering though that God deeply loves them even when falling miles short of their absolute best or discovering that they would rather not be pushing on in the leadership department, thank you).
I am all for a “can-do” approach. Because I do believe that God “can-do”. Jesus makes me optimistic about what I can achieve certainly but I’m not sure how comfortable I am with people using God to say how fantastic and correct their set-up is and therefore suggesting that anyone not experiencing their life is not as good/important/spiritual as they are. I’m sure people don’t mean to do that but sometimes a “hurrah for this person” can make someone else think that they are somehow inferior. My impression of Jesus is that, despite who he was, whenever he walked into a room, he always to sought to associate himself with the weakest, most troubled person in there. (See, the sick, the tortured, the outsiders, the dishonest etc etc). It is my total joy that Jesus entered into a room in my life and, despite seeing immediately that I was most certainly not winning at anything, still pulled up a chair next to me and made it obvious that I was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. I expect many of you could say the same thing and if you can’t you should – because it’s true. And, in all the time I have known him, I have never felt that Jesus has raised a holy pointy finger to someone and said “See him? Isn’t he terrific? You should be more like him.”
I’m ranting now so I should go but I wanted to say – don’t be disturbed by Social Media bragging or “rejoicing” as some people might like to call it. Look at it. Thank “That’s nice.” then maybe ask “Is that something?” Then probably say to yourself “Nah – tain’t nothing.” Move on. You are very precious. Where you are now. Very.
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.[a]30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Matthew 10