This morning I was sitting in church watching a guy surf Facebook on his iPad during a sermon on personal integrity. Let me start by saying that I’m the last person who should judge anyone. There was a least one occasion in my checkered worshiping past when the minister shouted out from the pulpit in an attempt to wake my sleeping carcass. Anyone who makes it to a church service has started down a road of betterment that I can’t criticize. To that gentleman checking out the status of people he never speaks to, or isn’t sure he remembers, I can only say “Thanks for coming out today.” God doesn’t really need to friend people and his status remains God for all of eternity. He doesn’t post pictures of his activities, because God knows the race of two-legged Weebles He created to stare at social media night and day can pretty much go outdoors if they want to see how the earth came out.
It’s very hard to be truly present when worshiping while doing anything else. Maybe there are religions out there where you can reflect on your chosen deity and still fold laundry, but I haven’t found one. The times have changed and maybe churches will add an Angry Birds service later in the day for those who need to kill egg stealing pigs and reflect on the unfathomable nature of God at the same time. I am a simpleton, a throwback to earlier times. There is nothing I can do during a church service, save for listen to the inspired wisdom of scripture and confess my shortcomings as a human. Multitasking is a modern myth. In the end, I’m only able to breath and to focus on a God who is not only bigger than me, but the universe.