chat? i'll pass...

ok, with all this new fangled technology, i think we're worse off for human communication. or maybe that's just me. take for instance, texts, chats, emails. now all of these have a place in my life. they should be for quick drops of communication which should require yes, nos, or maybes as a response. do i use them responsibly and in context? o heck no.

so i'm anti-ing instant messaging. for a week. just to see how it goes. there have been many a time, especially lately, when i pour on so much importance to a little chat box. or i have to mend a friendship that i didn't know was struggling from a chat box convo. i mean really? o heck no, not on my watch. i may not be from 'round these parts but no instant message is going to define our friendship. i mean, yeah, sure, tug on my shirt electronically if you're bored or need a story or something. but like deep-seated, this is important, kind of conversations? sorry, nope, not gonna happen. call me. or instant message me that you wanna TALK to me at a convenient time. i need to hear your voice. or see your eyes. its hard to know what tone, inflection is coming across when i'm talk-- i mean typing. can you hear that i'm lovingly giving you a hard time? or that i'm bored? or i'm happy? no. its black and white text. and i don't care how great of a communicator you may be, its tough to know the little intricacies of human relations through the written word.

lately i've been thinking about stewardship. i was telling a friend of mine today (through chat of course) that court and i had gone around the neighborhood a few times with our bikes yesterday. lawn maintenance helped me realize how out of shape i am and that i need to work on that. God's given me this lawn to take care of, as well as a job, car, house, and yes, a body. its an act of service on my part to treat all of those things accordingly. and like it or not, this body is a temple. He resides in me. so what kind of temple does He have with me?

however noble or not so noble my reasoning behind it, i really think this will be good for me. there's just been too many a time lately where situations are chipping away at my identity and self-worth thanks to that stupid little chat box. i'm still a saint, i'm just not a saint who is going to be on chat for a while...