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No One Was Ever Alone Again

No One Was Ever Alone Again May 30, 2021

I’m over at Stand Firm today.

Well, it’s Trinity Sunday. Let’s see what kind of heresy we can rustle up this morning, shall we? I’m the kind of Christian that accepts that God is more than able to use human language to communicate with me about what he is like, what we are like, and what anyone can do about it. But on Trinity Sunday, of course, I must languorously wander over to the side of Mystery, admitting that no matter what anyone says, I don’t know exactly how it all works out.

But, you know, we want to know. We want to know everything. Even when we say we don’t need to know, or that some things are beyond us, or that we will be patient and accept that in good time, maybe it will all make better sense—even then we would rather nail it down. And that’s because, a la garden variety fruit shop, knowledge, for most of us, is power, and so surely having more of it will be a good thing.

That’s really the nature of human “hope.” If a little bit is good, a lot will be better. If a little bit of knowledge is good, more will obviously improve my life. If a little bit of apple is good, a whole bushel will slake my lust. But the best of all (don’t sue me, I’m still reading Digital Minimalism) is the idea that if “connection” is good, being connected to everybody all the time will be the loveliest and best thing ever. The world should be together as one, and so apps and technology have lept to this godly and practically divine challenge, and look at how happy we all are.

So anyway, in the spirit of having A-Ha moments just like everybody else, based largely on my own personal experiences, it did occur to me in the small hours that Social Media—or really, the business of having one’s phone in one’s back pocket, pinging all the time—is a kind of humanly devised idolatrous pseudo-consolation mimicking the work of the Holy Spirit. It is a ceaseless and pathetic attempt to be “reborn” every time the feed refreshes (even when you don’t want it to), not from above, but from Zuck. It masquerades as efficiency, and responsibility, and being a good friend, and a good mother, and of trying to actually get to the end of the many books, but in reality, it is a wondrously wicked and shiny replacement for a Trinitarian God.

God, after all, is everywhere, and nothing can be hid from him. He is “from everlasting.” This is all to the good, in theory. In practice, such a God is dangerous and should be avoided at all cost. He isn’t the sort of person one wants to be left alone with, whether at the foot of Mount Horeb, or in a crowd, or in the pew. Which is why, when I am trying to acclimatize little children to the worshipful space of Sunday school, the first and hardest task is to establish some room for silence. We don’t need music, or a craft, or a lot of talking—some, but not a lot. Better that there are long moments of unbroken quiet where all the airwaves are not taken up with the thundering voices of many people (teacher, other children, the internet, the live stream going on through the wall). The best way not to be found alone with God (at the foot of a mountain or anywhere really) is never to be alone at all. Even children know this in the depths of their little souls, though they are usually more coaxable into quiet than the average phone-burdened adult (me, I’m talking about me)…read the rest here!

Photo by Hjalte Gregersen on Unsplash

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