{Please, for the love, forgive the cheesy, Jesus-jukedness of the title.  I’m doing good to get a post cranked out, people!}

I could write a full-on dissertation on why I think that Facebook will ultimately lead to the undoing of mankind.

Only then, I’d be a hypocrite.  Because I use the heck out of Facebook.  {Affirmation plea masked as a status update, party of one!}

I don’t mean to pick on Facebook.  I really do realize some of the benefits of keeping up with far away friends and family (or not-so-far-away friends and family that you really don’t care to chat with).  I have noticed, though, that for me, it shines a bright spotlight on my struggle with insecurity and envy.  Mostly, though, it has enhanced my level of  judginess (obviously not a word but oh-so-real) to super power strength.

I know this.  I own this.  I self-loathe over this.  And it is with full self-knowledge and disclosure of this that I broach my topic.

This thing:

Perhaps you haven’t seen this particular image.  But I imagine you’ve seen something that echos the same sentiment.

Maybe you even “liked” it or shared it.

I’ve spent months just kind of shrugging it off.  After all, people are entitled to their opinions and for the most this is a political stance, not a spiritual stance.  I can’t even say with certainty that I disagree with the principle.  Honestly, there was a time, not terribly long ago, that I would’ve made it my profile picture.  People should not be knowingly allowed to misuse a system.  There should be rules and safeguards in place to prevent it.  Should it be drug-testing?  I don’t know that answer.  And, really, I’m not terribly concerned with the answer.  Really, it’s not the point of this post.

My point is all to often, though, I’ve seen this sandwiched between scripture status updates on someone’s profile.

God is love.
Hey buddy, I earn what I get.  You earn what you get.
Thank Jesus he died for me!

Is this the spirit of a person of faith?

Do I earn the miracle of the cross?

Is this what we want to say to the world about who we are?

Maybe it is.  I’m sure there is a scripture verse or two, maybe even a whole parable that backs up that line of thought.  But to me it’s missing the story– the big one made up of Genesis, Psalms, Isaiah, John, Corinthians, Revelations, and all of the books in between.

I really am struggling with this.  And, while I’d love for comments to flood in telling me that I’m one hundred percent on the money and I should probably write a book, I’m curious…am  I overthinking an innocent Facebook meme?