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Yesterday I did something terrible and yet the world kept revolving on its axis.

The sun came up this morning. My lungs filled with God's air. The sky was even blue.

I... deactivated my facebook

*Gasp!*

How does it feel?

...Good, actually.

Contrary to what some might suppose I'm experiencing no withdrawals. In fact, without the distraction of that ridiculous little blue and white icon it seems as though I'm a lot more productive.

I think its a con. A big fat con. Its the promise of relationship, communion, and community with none of the follow through. The final straw was laid upon that camel's back with the revelation that everything I did was observed by everyone. Every little talk. Every little post I make. Every little conversation.

See, here's the thing about me. I love dialogue. I love to understand. I love interaction with people when it might lead to something fruitful especially if there is the chance of sharing Christ with them... but there's just too much on facebook. Too much stimuli. Too much incorrect information to fix. Too many fallacies to point out.

Limitations are something that I'm still learning but one that I've battled with over the years is how difficult it is for me to walk away from someone who's just saying dumb things. Maybe they have bad information, maybe they're actually trying their best but legitimately conned by someone who gave them shoddy intel. Maybe its bait from a troll.

Doesn't really matter, I'll take it. I'm not picky. 

Here's the thing that I've been pondering. What's the point? I mean, whats the reason I do what I do at bottom? We need to ask ourselves these things from time to time. Humans are unbelievably habitual creatures. If there is a way to make it a habit we will find it. Though I've oft' been accused of being a robot this proclivity is far from out of reach.

So what is this man about?

I am about the glory of God by making disciples of Jesus Christ. First and foremost, that is my calling.

Anything else?

Subcategories. Means by which to accomplish that end. I am a husband and in a month or so will officially be a daddy. I am a friend. I am a brother. I am a son. I am a co-worker. I am a stranger.

I am not the best at these roles. In fact, my performance is pretty sub-par a remarkable amount of time but ya know whats great about that? I am also the son of a King who chisels away at the multitude of my imperfections. He has been faithful to His Word and He has also promised me this:

"My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand." - John 10:29

These times are uncertain but Jesus Christ is not.

Oh, that all might know the joy of basking in the love of the King of Creation who upholds this tiny reality by the power of His Word.

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