“You have a friend request”

   It occurred to me that being friends with God is a lot like Facebook. Yeah it’s a corny analogy, but I’m a Facebook addict SO GIVE ME A BREAK – haha. I live, breathe, and think Facebook: the point of meeting new people is to boost my friend list, the quickest way to keep up with friends is to check their status updates – and clacking away on a computer with a friend on the other end is now considered ‘hanging out.’ It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s the world I live in – it’s how I relate. And it’s how I view my relationship with God. 

 

You have a friend request.           

 God            

You have 38 friends in common.

 

Confirm. Ignore. Send Message

 

 

The best feeling ever is when someone wants to be your friend. Confirm, Ignore, or Send Messages at will, but the request is in your inbox. Oh the power.

God never pushes Himself down people’s throats, ever. He just sends a request and hopes you’ll respond.

Look, you have a friend request! You hit Confirm, and the computer says,

 

You are now friends with God.

 

Cool.

But then what exactly does “friends” mean?

  

Aah, God is on Facebook chat! Anytime you want to talk to Him He’s always – I mean always – online. It’s kind of annoying, actually…doesn’t He have a life? His “Online Friends” thingy is never idle – ever. Ugh, what if He’s watching me; wondering why I didn’t say hey?

He’ll just need to get over it. Sometimes I’m just too busy to talk to Him, you know?

 

 

There’s a secret network going on behind all the walls of Facebook. It’s called Send a Message. You can say and do all kinds of things via inbox without broadcasting a single key-stroke to the facebook world! Hehe. It’s the same with private prayer and Bible study. Just you and God; no one else knows.

So go ahead and pray in your closet…but then remember to make public comments too.

 

Writing on Walls is like wearing your friendship on your sleeve, or pasting a bumper sticker on your car saying, HI KELSEY I LIKE YOU. Cheesy? Yeah. Stupid? No. It’s tricky talking to your friend in front of an audience, but good friendships have the power to benefit you and people on-the-outside-looking-in. Hey, I laugh at other people’s friend’s wall posts all the time (forget I said that)…and so do you.

Talk to God in public! Expose yourself! Make God’s day by writing on His wall…hey, maybe He’ll write on yours too.

 

 

 

Cushioning the Blow

    Pulling on my jacket, I located my purse, cell phone, keys…. That’s everything, I thought. Reaching down, I grabbed one final object before heading out the door: a battered old shield.

                                                                           

   Glancing at the dull, dented surface, I shook my head – it needed replacing soon. I had had this shield for ages now and it showed…it had been through a lot.

  Ah well, I couldn’t think about that now, I was going be late. I grasped the wrought iron closer to my chest and strode quickly from the room. This shield had become an inseparable part of my wardrobe. My world was a cold, cruel place, and I had to be prepared. Even now, as I ran out the door to meet up with a few friends, I clutched the clumsy object tightly. I needed this shield to protect myself. Nothing could penetrate it, nothing – not love, hatred, or anything in between. I was safe, too safe maybe; but I couldn’t – wouldn’t – allow myself to be hurt…again.

 

  My shield was called a lot of things: Aloof, Busyness, Flamboyance, Shyness, Sarcasm…too many names to keep track of. I called him Cushion for short.

Mr. Cushion.

 

  He was the only real friend I had; the only one I could really trust. He protected me from the blows of enemies and friends and was always on hand whenever I felt afraid. I would sometimes pull him out for no reason at all, just to ward off possible threats. The metal sent chills through me but I did not care: that hard, cold ache was better than the stabbing pain I would feel if I put him down. If I was being pummeled now – with him in hand – I could only imagine the pain I would feel otherwise. I never went anywhere without him. He always kept me safe.

 

But I didn’t know if I wanted to be safe….

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