Thursday, May 30, 2013
You are there and I am here.
I read a Facebook post this afternoon from someone affirming how the presence of a certain online community had strengthened her during a tough week. Oh how I know what she means.
I have friends all over the world who are connected by the magic of the internet. I've met a lot of them but not all. I have prayed for them. Laughed with them. Had snarky little fights with a few. Debated theology. Wondered about life. And then in less public forums, I have cried and been comforted. Had my hand figuratively held. Had my butt kicked a few times when I needed it.
The Bug Man finds it all rather mystifying. He's not interested in chatting or texting or posting. For him, the internet is what allows him to watch his beloved St. Louis Cardinals even when they're not playing the local team. Anything else is unnecessary fluff.
Some would argue that all this technology is causing us to be insulated and separated from the world. I know when my daughter texts at the dinner table I find myself feeling disconnected from her. I suspect I do not have her full attention in those moments, no matter how scintillating the conversation may have been before her phone made that chirpy little bing bong noise. And yet- I have friends all over the world. And just knowing that they are there, makes a world of difference.