The Age of Too Much Information – Flipside

Over on The Living Church‘s Covenant Blog today, I write about how social media might serve as a tool for character development.  Below, thinking about professional networks, accountability, and isolation, I consider another angle of this sticky, timely issue.

Unlike Columbia, South Carolina, where I now live, there are many cities that are simply too large to provide much accountability for one’s actions.  In such a global age, building up a network for yourself which provides only the sort of feedback that you desire to hear, isolating yourself from any real challenge, is a frighteningly easy prospect.  By not seeking out people with whom you disagree, and listening to them with respect and engagement, you lose not only opportunities to sharpen your own skills and work-excellence, but you put yourself in a position that provides little accountability.

Left to our own devices, we humans are a crooked lot.  Together, we’re perhaps a little bit better off than by ourselves, but especially in the professional world, and even more so in fields where fellow professionals may be few and far between, establishing a little club of friends and building a wall about yourselves can lead to very serious myopia.

This double-edged sword of American individualism is duller on the side of accountability.  As towns grow and people move more frequently, it is ever more rare to find and sustain deep friendships and professional relationships that provide the sort of accountability and character formation necessary to produce people of integrity.  The internet, as I argue on the Covenant Blog, can provide some of this accountability, but for those not as engaged online, it is easy to slip into shallow relationships, or to drift out of someone’s life–even if you continue to live in the same place, because there are often plenty of people to keep the both of you otherwise occupied.  Especially as Christians, we are mistaken to think that we have any right to any sort of privacy in the way we treat others (or even, I would argue, in what we do to or with ourselves).

There are many things that southern towns get right–keeping track of where her minister eats Saturday night’s dinner is not the least of them!

 

I will step on you to win.

(Actual quotation from a Nike t-shirt spotted on a USC student)

When the desire for success–whatever that word means: academics, sports, cheap clothing, convenient food–outweighs our care for other human beings, really frightening things happen.

Holocaust much?  Do you remember Eugenics?  Or perhaps Bangladesh? (fire today, aside from the collapse recently)

When “winning” takes the front seat and people take the back, how can the end not-be sitting alone with a bunch of trophies? (or a monstrous pile of tee shirts in your closet, or a Stepford community?)  What is it that brings people most happiness, most joy, most fulfillment?  What are the moments in your life that you remember as happy and joyful and fulfilled?

Some of mine are long runs with my high school cross country team; sure, the year (and moment) we won our league tournament was great, but I recall our carbo-load dinners and our Long Slow Distance practices–running six or eight miles together after school–with more warmth.

In college, I remember sitting outside the student union in the sunshine, exultant when friends would walk by and stay to chat; earning good grades on papers produced moments of exultation too, but I remember more of long nights in the library, studying some and talking a lot, and saving seats for friends who always came late to class.

Eugenics and the Holocaust and the atrocities of Bangladesh seem far from a sentiment on a tee shirt that might be meant simply to instill determination, but the popularity of this winning attitude, placing personal success above relationships, is probably not a coincidence when considered with the all-time-high numbers of people who identify as isolated, lonely, and depressed.

What is “winning” worth?

A Tradition We Hoped Not to Hand Down

I cried in my car on the way to work this week.  This is what I heard:

“Trayvon’s death last spring caused me to sit down to have a conversation with my own 15-year-old son, like my dad did with me. This was a father-son tradition I hoped would not need to be handed down,” Holder said. “But as a father who loves his son and who is more knowing in the ways of the world, I had to do this to protect my boy. I am his father and it is my responsibility, not to burden him with the baggage of eras long gone, but to make him aware of the world he must still confront. This is a sad reality in a nation that is changing for the better in so many ways.”

(http://livewire.talkingpointsmemo.com/entry/holder-after-trayvons-death-i-talked-with-my) (“Holder” is Eric Holder, the U.S. Attorney General)

When I was fifteen, this naive, Midwestern white girl was still secretly playing with dolls, and dreaming of her first kiss.  What a privilege I was given (and still am given–knowing that this white, educated, thin woman will be offered help by strangers, and will be given the benefit of the doubt–like the woman in the video below:)

Jesus is Our Flashlight

It’s the third day of VBS here at Trinity Cathedral, and we’re learning today about Jesus, the Light of the World. During our opening gather and worship time this morning, we sang “Walking in the Light of God,” and “Sanctuary;” I had the opportunity to talk with the group (of 200-some!!) about their theme today.

Behind the altar is this window, of Jesus and the little children:20130717-095322.jpg

What a powerful image for the VBS participants! Their faces shone in the morning sun that filtered through this window as they sat facing me; we talked about how you can stumble into things in the dark–you can stub your toes on your bed if it’s nighttime in your bedroom, or you can run into a tree if you’re playing in your backyard in the evening. One boy shouted, “Unless you have a flashlight!” (Bingo!!) Jesus is our flashlight–he helps us to see the world better. Jesus’ light helps us to not stub our toes and run into trees throughout life. We can see clearly enough to not hurt others, or to ask forgiveness when we do hurt them. Jesus-as-flashlight allows us to see where we should walk, and which path we shouldn’t take.

Little Children and Pop Music

In Anne of Green Gables (or maybe –of Avonlea), Anne laments to herself that when her dearest friend, Diana, has entered one of Anne’s short stories in a contest for Rolling’s Reliable Baking Powder, having inserted a line to qualify, she feels as if her baby has been tattooed.

This afternoon, watching the talent show at my little elementary school, I felt like many of my babies (my 1st – 6th grade students) had been tattooed.  These little ones danced to Kanye West, Katy Perry, The Wanted, Lady Gaga, and One Direction (among others).  The saddest lyric to which one dear girl danced, “hand you another drink, drink it if you can.”

Friends.  Our 6th graders are miming giving each other liquor.

Yes, of course, it’s just miming, and most of the babes probably don’t even understand what they’re singing and dancing to, but these words and attitudes are tattooed onto their minds, and I wonder how their minds are being shaped.  Now, it wasn’t all the students (one group of fourth graders sang and played to “Oh When the Saints Go Marching In”), and the dear girl who danced to The Wanted’s song (“Glad You Came”–whence springs the lyric above) is by far the most talented dancer (it was jazz choreography, serious stuff–says the veteran-dancer-author) at the school, but I mourn these children’s innocence in many ways.

Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of haven.” (Matt. 19:14)  I can’t help but think that the Kingdom of Heaven gets harder to see when our children stop being children.