Take care of the Instagram Bible, my daughters, these filtered photos, adorned with feathers, usually adorned with bows and tails, decorated with flowers, saturated with sunset, selected and processed just for you.
Make sure it doesn’t become your daily bread fountain. That partly tells the truth.
- I saw it in my night vision and contemplated it.
- I dreamed of a world where all copies of the Bible have disappeared.
- Except the parts we keep on Instagram.
- Consider this Bible.
- My daughters.
- If you will:.
His perfect frames are friends of proverb, promise, partial quotation, ignoring important lessons in laws, genealogies, and land distribution.
Comforting but rarely convincing
It vibrates but rarely exhorts.
Warm but rarely alert.
It promises but rarely stimulates
He moves but rarely mortifies.
He reinforces personal safety, but hesitates to examine himself.
He mounts an iconography whose artists, out of spatial need, merely choose the brevity about breadth, inspiration in intellect, devotion to doctrine.
Beware of these selected canvases, where calligraphy gains context
Be careful.
If the gospel of prosperity offers us everything, the gospel of Instagram offers us all the feelings. He preaches partly the good news, but we need them at all. It may move us right now, but it can’t hold us in the storm.
My daughters, do not misunderstand me, as you do, I do not want to open my Instagram account to find the laws of Leviticus chosen in filigree and flowers, nor do I want genealogies superimposed on sunsets, I have no puritanical hatred for beauty, nor do I hate the illumination of a sacred text by a jealous employee. Maybe I’m the first to click the “Like” button on a timeless breath message.
I’m not asking the Instagram Bible to be everything, I can appreciate it and even appreciate it for what it is, but, attracted by the glare of its welcoming light, I must ask myself and ask you to see it carefully, preventing us from loving the party rather than at all and living like those who are in a vision at night, deceived in a dream.
Look at your Instagram Bible, my daughters. A partial light shines. We must know this light both for what it says and for what it does not say.