Facebook is simply a tool where you are the product, “If you’re not paying, you are the product,” as my friend Mark Hall reminds people frequently. You use the platform and are presented with ads which we marketers pay for, and for some reason you act surprised when we invade your private space. Laughable.
The question you have to ask yourself in light of this reality is, Why use Facebook anyway? I use to think my reason was to push ideas. Most people are not interested in my ideas. I then thought it was useful to share what was going on in my life. Well, most people are not really interested in my life.
“When I was young I was worried about what everyone thought of me. When I was older I didn’t care what people thought of me. With even more age I learned....no one is thinking about me,” something Worth Moutray once shared with me.
Don Miller made a statement I agree with, and I don’t agree with him often, “People are only concerned about one thing in social media, themselves.”
So why then use this thing where you never can really delete your history of recorded posts? Why share ideas and opinions? Why put up pictures and login into locations?
I have decided to continue to use social media for two reasons:
1. To offer one more connecting point with the people that do care
There are a few of you and I am grateful for your friendships.
2. To leave a historical document for my grandchildren and great grandchildren
I wish my mother’s dad wrote about fighting in WWII. I wish my dad’s father had shared what it was like to work for the same company for 30 years. I wish my mom’s mother shared her favorite hymns and how she cooked fried chicken. I wish my dad’s mom shared what it was like to be working female in a man’s world in the 1950s.
I wish my great grand parents would have recorded what it was like to survive the Great Depression, or to have to kill your own food to eat each day. I wish I had those old pictures of them staring back at me in their youth. I come from a line of great grand parents and grand parents that loved Christ. I wish I knew what scriptures really spoke to them. What sin did they struggle with and overcome.
I wish they had Facebook.
I wish I could go back through the years of their lives page after page to see the day to day and the epic moments. The Democracy of the Dead is left to us from the great personalities of the ages, but our family may have votes in our lives that were lost, but just as valuable as the words of Plato.
Without historic words we would be lost.
My words will matter to few in this world, but I have much to say to my children and their children that was said to me. We named our daughter from a Jimmy Buffet song, “Delaney Talks to Statues”. One of the lines:
“And some of the things I’ve seen
Maybe she won’t have to see
But there’s a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me”
My son bares the name of men that worked hard all their lives, struggled with their sin, trusted Christ above all things, and loved their spouses. If there is a Donald Adair Owens V or VI I want them to know the traditions and beliefs of our family. Our faith is the greatest gift we can pass along and Danae and I are the ones responsible to ensure the Owens family is a family that can state today and one hundred years from now, “As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”
I shared with my son this weekend that he was growing up in a world that dismisses our faith, thinks we are ancient, crazy, fools. I have watched this world take over the minds of others in our extended family. I challenged him to stay firm in the faith as this will become harder to do. Postmodern thought has taken over so many in the faith and left them with no truth.
We must reaffirm now and to the future, Christ is all. Heaven and Hell are waiting. Faith is not a crutch. Our choices matter. Our words matter. I want to be a part of the Democracy of the Dead for my children’s children.
Facebook may not last forever, but the data may very well.
My words on FB are for my family, Those living and those yet to come. I post my beliefs as they are those of my family before me. I posts my passions as they were those of my father before me. I posts my love for my wife, as divorce is not the history of my father, or his father, but love through all the tough things in life. I post my pictures as my great grand children may discover themselves in the places I went and the lines under my eyes. I post checking into church each Sunday because it shows it matters(ed).
To those I am in fellowship with, I enjoy sharing and walking through life with you, but my words are for my children, my grand children, and my great grand children. My words are the faith, hope and love of our family. Comment if you want, but know the words may not be for you.
My mother’s words led me to Christ in a hallway in Wheaton, Illinois on June 9, 1980. The words of me and my wife led our children to faith, and I pray their words lead their children to faith. Words matter and they can be spoken to the living, and they can speak just as loud from the grave or from the great Cloud of Witnesses.
While I may have never met you, Donald Adair Owens VI, and while I may not have seen you, little grand baby girl of Sarah’s. I love you even though I have not seen you. I hope for you and pray for you now. If possible, I am interceeding for you at this moment.
Christ is All. Live for God. The Bible is the complete Word of God - cherish it and do not seek what you want to be truth, but what is Truth.
I look forward to getting to know you better when we meet one day.
Thanks social media, for the opportunity to share.