I love a good meme.
And I also don’t.
I forget how beautifully quiet the world is when I’m not on Facebook. I forget how God made me to be a listener, not a sponge for other people’s thoughts and opinions.
I get back on sometimes because I mistakenly believe I have to be a “normal” person (or a “normie” as I like to call them). I have to scroll and read and like so I can remind myself that I have friends.
But I don’t have to do any of that. I can be a friend by sacrificing my time and offering an ear, one-on-one.
And I don’t have to post it to prove it.
I don’t have to subject myself to the degradation of others. I don’t have to subject myself to the onslaught of noise.
I am in control of what I want to absorb. And if it’s not Christ-like, what good does it to know it? To hold it in my heart?
Because if I’m not on the ready to receive God’s word, I might just blink and miss it.
And no meme in the world is worth something like that.
None, whatsoever.
“Whoever has ears, let them hear.” Matthew 11:15
