There’s two articles I read this week that I’m still chewing on as I whip out my squares for the day. The first was about the latest high-tech innovations; the second argued the case for giving young children the latest gadgets and gizmos. In my mind, there just seems something wrong with three year-olds having ipods, educational or not. Internally, I’m bemoaning to myself the increasing pervasiveness of recreational technology. It isn’t bad, but it’s come at a cost.
Crocheting is one of the arts becoming lost in the excesses of a technology saturated society. In my grandmother’s day, women had the patience and perseverance to tat, knit, embroider, and crochet. In today’s culture of instant gratification, women are downloading the latest song off itunes or texting a friend. Sometimes I feel like an old fashioned girl caught in the wrong century, but God doesn’t make mistakes.
Despite all the advancements in scientific achievement, and despite the successes of our modern intellect, God uses the simple to confound worldly wisdom.
1 Corinthians 3:18-21a “Do not deceive yourselves. If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a “fool” so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight. As it is written: ‘He catches the wise in their craftiness, and again, ‘The Lord knows that the thoughts of the wise are futile.’ So then, no more boasting about men!”
This simple girl finished a square with a prayer to become a fool for Christ.
I feel the same way! I often get caught up in the bedazzled opportunities that the internet possesses, and then hours later I wonder where my time has gone! I realize that I just wasted hours that I could be have spent with family, or reading a good book, or crocheting, or doing something that would have something to give me for my time, but now it's gone and all I have to show for it are blurry eyes!
ReplyDeleteIt's so tempting to hide in the web of technology, but I'm afraid it is robbing us of our creativity, our time, and our ability to think even. I sometimes wish I lived in the times and places of Anne Shirley or Laura Ingles. But, I think we're hear in this time to fight, inspire, and bring back the beauty of those times to these times. Perhaps we can find the best of both worlds?