I hate social media. I love social media. I am repulsed by it. I am addicted to it. Today, however, I write about the profit to the Kingdom of God and each other.
Facebook, one of many social media outlets, has become the public arena where the tongue, a world of evil among the parts of the body”, is unleashed through texting thumbs. There is very little filter, if any. It is a breeding ground for cowardly bullies who would never have the courage to speak to a face what they type with their fingers.
3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
Ouch! Are you uncomfortable? I am.
Now that I’ve started with the negative, I have been compelled to share the beauty of the blab when it is Christ-centered and not driven by human nature. Since being “compelled” to do something means being forced to do it, it is my prayer that I will be obedient to the Holy Spirit with each and every word. Sidebar: If you can’t sleep due to a relentless burden or thought, that might just be the Holy Spirit compelling you.
For months now, I’ve been in cyber contact with a precious woman who has become a valued friend. After being made privy to the details of her trials, I enlisted a few other women who could come alongside her as well. We, our little group, ONLY share through private messaging, do not enjoy geographic proximity and as a matter of fact, we represent a few states. We do share similarities in our past and present circumstances, but what is profitable in this social media circumstance……hear this……. is a thick cord that binds us, running through the tapestry of our collectiveness. It’s the scarlet cord. You can feel the silk and the strength of the scarlet cord in our conversations. It’s just we few women, our Heavenly Father and our Christ Jesus. He is the scarlet cord, woven into this raggedy little clump of “us”, which produces a work of art that only the Master can truly see the value of. Without our scarlet cord, we women could not possibly benefit from the relationship that God has gifted us with. It transcends our technology. It transcends space and time. It defies our understanding.
15 The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. 16 For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him. 17 He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. 18 And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. 19 For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, 20 and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.
Shhhhh, soak it in. Our scarlet cord. Isn’t He all that is good and lovely?
If you were to read what we share without any identifying markers, you wouldn’t be able to differentiate one of us from the other. We redeemed ones are all white cords. What stands out from the ordinary mesh of white threads, are the bold accents of the scarlet. Its deep scarlet. It’s the deep scarlet hue of your own deoxygenated blood. The blood that courses through your veins, full of waste products and lacking in the oxygen that keeps you alive, desperate to return to the lungs and heart for resuscitation. Christ died with your toxic, worn out, near-death, dark red blood pouring over his head as he suffocated on your behalf. Scarlet, my friends…..beautiful scarlet. I pray we continue to let HIM be the only color we see in our ongoing sisterhood.
That brings me to yesterday. We were sharing raw feelings of loss, isolation, layers of grief that get fossilized by time, and I suggested we throw scriptures at our topic. One of my sisters started posting beautiful scriptures that addressed the wound so appropriately, but something happened! God was so in the technology that he kept pushing the post button! Yup, that’s right! Believe it or not, He is able! I want to share was God was driving home through our screens yesterday.
1 John 5:14
13 I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. 14 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 15 And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him
Do you approach God first, before you hit the text pad? Do you invest in other women’s lives to the extent that they can have confidence in approaching you to join them in prayer?
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Matthew Henry, in his Concise Commentary, says our Lord Jesus’ yoke is “lined with love”. I would venture to say, the lining is scarlet. I would venture to say if you choose to be yoked to a sister in Christ, you don’t have to share the love, it multiplies.
Be the white to your friend’s tapestry. Know that Jesus died for you to be white so he can show his intricate love through the scarlet. Learn to love scarlet. Look for it in every conversation, be it typed, texted, posted, tweeted, whatever. Weave the scarlet into EVERY conversation no matter the engine you speak through. Cling to the cord that binds you to your sisters for this life is not a journey we are meant to travel alone.