I’ve never played video games, or smoked a cigarette, but this year I’ve let something into my life that has truly threatened to addict me…
If you’re not on FaceBook, I commend you. You know who you are without having to have an online identity. You know who your friends are without having to number and rate them. You do not wast hours and house scanning useless data about people you hardly know, illustrated by grainy cell-phone pics. If you go on the computer at all, it’s to write personal emails or blog posts that contain full paragraphs, proper punctuation, and spell-checked clarity.
I commend you. I stare at you as if you were a hairy turtle, and wonder how you’ve done it, yet I commend you.
So, if I disdaind FB so much, why am I on there every day? Why don’t I just quit?
Because I’ve figured out how to make FB work for me (and I’m terrified of the withdrawal symptoms! LOL)
“Is any merry? Let him sing psalms. Is any afflicted, let him pray. Is any sick among you? Let him call for the elders of the church and let them pray over him…”
|From Drop Box|