Thursday, September 30, 2010
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Friday, September 24, 2010
“Today we have, in a sense, the transmission of sight for the first time in the world’s history. Human genius has now destroyed the impediment of distance in a new respect, and in a manner hitherto unknown.” -Herbert Hoover, 1927
Thought for the Day
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
We just call him "TV." I really fear what his grandkids will be like.
He has a wife now...we call her "Computer."
Their first child is "Cell Phone."
Second child "I Pod."
I know this may seem over the top by some and a bit more preachy than my typical blogs, but it hits home with me. I have long felt that the TV or mass media has been the single greatest human factor to the decay of our civilization. Immediately after I was saved, someone stole my TV and for 10 years I did not have one, nearly my entire 20's. That is the decade I really learned the Bible and God molded my life into a servant for Him. I wonder where I would be today if I had owned a TV for that decade??? I'm just saying that I am sure my focus would not have been there as it was.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
- Guarding the Perimeter of Your Life
- Reserving the Inner Circles of Your Life for Godly People
- Becoming An Example of Faithfulness to Others
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
- discouraging words, and
- bad advice