Some old stories are told anew every day. Here's a sobering one from Jenna Perrine. -Paul
Now technology was more crafty than any other creaturely wisdom that the Lord God had made.
It advertised an hourly question to the woman,
"Did God actually say, 'You shall not eat of any tree in the garden'?"
And the woman said to technology, "We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden, but God said, 'You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the midst of the garden, neither shall you touch it, lest you die.'"
But technology tweeted to the woman, "You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate, and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate.
Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked.
They knew that the world was now watching them. Judging them by obscene standards of creativity, fitness, intelligence, wit, beauty, attractiveness, and wealth.
They knew that there were infinite arguments to be fought, lost, and won on everything from politics to cookie recipes.
They knew that there were opinions to be shared, people to build up, and people to be torn down, Youtube videos to be made viral and critiqued by any measure of preference or whimsy.
They knew that there were blogs to be written, on any issue of fancy, statuses to be scribed both witty and mundane. Comments to be added, pored over, and coveted.
They knew that there were deep recesses in their heart, the potential for great loneliness that could be satiated instantaneously in a moment of weakness by an online conversation or a pornographic image.
They feared rejection in the deepest parts of their soul and they desired to be proactive against it. They feared that their nakedness would be laughed at, loathed, ignored … so they thought of ways to forge a new face, present a different personality, imagine another image than the one they'd been given. They sought control over how they were perceived, took a carving knife to what the outside world could see and cut out any hint of blemish, unhappiness, or weakness.
They smiled in every photo. Shared only their most prideful and boastful moments. Contributed to a frivolous high society of online mirth.
They felt such fear that they believed their nakedness should be scorned, stuffed, and hidden from the eyes of all. So they suffocated it into silence, peered at only in the moments they could hide in the blackest of nights hoping to finally be unseen from the world.
They knew they had no friends on Facebook, no followers on Twitter, and no Instagram account to speak of.
And so they sewed fractured fragments of self esteem together and fashioned for themselves smartphones.
And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God