But seriously folks…
Why do we need a separate website on which to post videos? Are we that selfish? Jealous? Fearful? Like a nervous five-year-old carefully guarding our toys? “Mine!” Do we really feel the need to “have a cool video website like the rest of America?” as if we don’t actually live in the same country.
What does it mean to be in something but not of something?
Ryan and I live in our apartment. We interact with it. I don’t have a special apartment-within-apartment to myself. We share it. We share the coffee and the milk. Does our apartment define us? No.
Do I hang my laundry out our second story window instead of drying it in the dryer like everyone else?
Do you think Apple will put out a GodPod? Or perhaps Honda will design a new car called the “InOneAccord”. Maybe even AT&T will offer HeavenlyHighspeed or ChristianCable.
The mere existence of God in our lives should mean that our world, the one in which we live, does not define us. When we separate the culture, we are like that five-year-old child; but instead of saying “Mine!” we are staying “Your toys stink! I don’t wanna play with them.”
“But Gillian! We don’t want to pollute our minds with Hollywood’s garbage! With the world’s garbage!” you protest.
I say, “You pollute your mind with your own garbage.” Each of us is perfectly capable of clogging our own spiritual pipes.
- “Idiot! He cut me off!”
- “She’s a self-ish b****!
- “That was a totally insensitive comment! I didn’t deserve that!”
We pollute our minds with fear:
- “What if I’m not hearing God right?”
- “What if I’m completely off of God’s path for me?”
- “What if I’m crazy?”
- “What if God is teaching me a lesson and I’m an idiot?”
- “What if s/he really doesn’t love me?”
- “What if it’s cancer?”
Perfect love casts out fear. Reading/hearing the word of God, renews the mind. THIS is how we are to be in the world, but not of the world. The world fears. The world hates. The world needs relationship with those who know Love and Word. How can we have relationship when we huddle in the corner with our own toys saying, “Yours stink. Mine are better!”
A proper father says, “Now kids, play together! Share.”
I like to share YouTube.com; just like I used to share my Testamints.