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What if Mother Teresa was on Facebook?

 
Saturday afternoon, my hubby and I were hanging laundry outside.  My husband had just finished some stuff on the computer, including his weekly scroll through Facebook.  While outside, we were talking about Facebook and the time we spend reading things of no consequence just because a few friends have linked to it.  My hubby remarked, just think if we spent the time in prayer instead of scrolling through Facebook.  I chuckled and said, "I would be Mother Teresa!"

 
And as I nervously continued to laugh after that, it did strike me . . .. what if Mother Teresa was on Facebook?  What if she had an iPhone?  What if most of her ministry was lost because she spent so much time checking each of her social media accounts?  What if I am losing my ministry because of the same thing?

Now, I know we can all argue that we can evangelize through Facebook, Instagram and all of the other hosts of social media trappings.  We can be a witness to life in Christ.  But this simple joke between my husband and I, has me wondering if that is really where I should be spending my time.  Is my presence on Facebook really making a difference in the spiritual life of others? In my spiritual life?  For the better?

Statistics vary, but some studies show that the average American spends 2-3 hours on social media A DAY!

What if Mother Teresa did that?


 
 
How much of her prayer time would have been lost to Twitter?  Would she have walked by a child hungry in the streets because she was too busy scrolling through Facebook statuses?  What if, instead of embracing the "spiritual dark night" she experienced for much of her life and filling that silence with holy work, she filled if with mindless surfing on the Internet?  Our church, our world would have lost out. Big Time.

She did write, yes.  No blog posts to fill the Internet, but paper to fill a journal.  Letters to her sisters.  And we read her words, not because she had the most followers on Bloglovin', or because her witty humor was shared tons on Facebook, but because she ardently followed the ONE who calls us all.  She, first, was an example by her works, her faith, and that is why her words had so much credibility and beauty.  She didn't serve to make a good status update, she served for an audience of one.  The ONE. 

Those moments outside, picturing Mother Teresa walking down the street eyes fixed on her iPhone's screen made me truly search my own heart and soul.  I attempt to make excuses for my time spent on the Internet.  Oh, it is "me time,'  "It is a stress reliever,"  "Who knows whose heart it will touch?"  But, oh, if these social media sites were around when Mother Teresa was alive, I do not think she would have done anything differently, knowing it is more important to touch the one person in front of you instead of attempt to reach, hundreds that you can never touch through a screen. 

 
 
As Advent approaches this year, I think that God is calling me to really focus on this as my prayer.  I do not want to miss the opportunity to develop a ministry in my home or community because I am trading prayer time in for time on Facebook.  I want to embrace His calling on my life as a mom, wife and church member instead of squander time doing something that has less meaning and only detracts from the call He has put on my life.

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  1. "knowing it is more important to touch the one person in front of you instead of attempt to reach, hundreds that you can never touch through a screen." Ah, so sobering but true. Something I need to reflect on and live so much better.

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