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Facebook follies


Since Facebook went haywire yesterday under the guise of making things easier -- ever notice how everything that makes things harder is sold to you as a way to make things easier? -- reactions have been split. In the majority are those, including yours truly, who hate the user-unfriendly new design and want it to change back to the way it was. But there's a vocal minority whose response can be summed up as "It's a free service and you don't have to use it, so they can do whatever they want. Now quit your bellyaching."

It strikes me that there's something a little lacking in that idea of "service." As annoying as all this has been, perhaps there's a lesson in it -- especially for us Christians, who are supposed to be all about serving our fellow man. May we never get to a point where we say things like this: "Yes, I know I brought you food to which you're severely allergic, and that your kids won't eat, and I brought it to your front door at 1 in the morning, and you fell down the stairs in the dark and sprained your ankle while rushing to answer the doorbell so that no one else would wake up, but this is how I'm serving you, so shut up and be grateful!"

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Facebook follies
Gina, your point is well taken. The scary thing will be if this thing gets too bad, we may all have to eschew electronic relationships and return to the antiquated method of talking (gasp!) face to face. (Yes, my tongue is firmly planted in my cheek.)
Gina, you've made a very important point. (Promise me that you'll write a funny book soon because, well, you're laugh out loud funny!)

A good response for those people whose service hurts more than helps: "What I need now," John/Jane, "is lots of prayer."
(cough) Would that lesson possibly apply to the Breakpoint Blog, dearest G, with its technical glitches, and fallibly human writers?

And to take this in a theological direction, "Whaddya mean, God, by telling me I'm supposed to *obey* you, and that becoming a Christian doesn't insure my happiness? And hey - in washing my feet, you missed a spot right there..."

I'm off to find a mirror.
Well put, Gina!