Have you ever heard the story of the Lykov family? In the 1930’s they fled Communist persecution of Christians. They fled into the desolation of the unforgiving taiga of Siberia.
They were not seen again until 1978, when geologists traversing the terrain by helicopter discovered them. Locked in time, living off the land for nearly half a century. Think what it would be like to be as amazed by cellophane as by satellites orbiting overhead?
Here in 2020, it seems we are experiencing the absolute inverse of the Lykovs. Everyone is connected in nearly every way possible. Information is shared, analyzed, manipulated and catalogued at an incomprehensible rate.
What truth is true? What facts are facts? In the age of social media the lines are blurred beyond recognition. No wonder everyone is in a panic, the truth they cling to can be obliterated by a single tweet.
The other day I sat flipping through Facebook. I can’t tell you how many folks I snoozed for 30 days. Not necessarily because I disagreed with them, to be blunt, I found very little joy in the lives and opinions of people who weren’t actually a part of my life.
After my experience back on the 5th (Look up) and how quickly the anxiety left me, I decided I had to do something.
Both Instagram as well as Snapchat followed. As much as I enjoyed sharing whatever I was cooking or doing, the folks I speak with on a daily basis already know what I’m up to. What honestly was the point besides a brief dopamine hit that faded in less time than it took me to share something?
No constant need to check social media. No injection of ideas by some nameless, faceless algorithm in an attempt to shape my opinion. No more people sending memes to me that mock my faith. No more arguments over millionaires who don’t know us. No more relentless flow of fear. No more filtered lives to look at. Now I can focus on what is important.
God. Family. Loved ones. Friends.
The rest? God’s got it.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me To eat up my flesh, My enemies and foes, They stumbled and fell. Though an army may encamp against me, My heart shall not fear; Though war may rise against me, In this I will be confident. Psalms 27:1â€-‬3 NKJV
