But there is a message that can.
Millions upon millions tweet everything from surly snarks to amiable epithets, all in hopes of gaining something in life. Not sure what folks are truly seeking. Following? Notoriety? Status? It may be as simple as an audience to support their own thoughts.
It may reach farther into the human psyche than this simple blogger can discern, but...
Truly touching are some tweets that parade across the Twitter feeds each day.
The tweet encourages soldiers in foreign countries and lets them know they aren't forgotten by their countrymen. To worn spirits, a well-chosen phrase is like apples of gold for their hearts. To embattled citizens who seek strength when the world seems against them like the Romeike family, the Seattle bakers, the mother who lost a son in Benghazi and receives no answers. Tweeters take up the cause.
Twitter's fascinating. It's an explosion of genius to say something brilliant in 140 characters and have dozens or more people retweet the profundity of our hearts, minds, and yes-- egos.
Opinions abound. Check in on anyone's Twitter feed and you'll soon see how to solve the situation with Putin in the Ukraine, fix the American Educational System, defund Obamacare and get rid or Piers Morgan. You'll meet Patriots and Traitors, Trolls and Moles-- you'll find hatred, camaraderie, enemies and alliances.
This, my friends, is our world. Follow me!
Twitter is a snapshot of all that's good and evil in our world. There are encouragers and discouragers, slayers and naysayers, critics and judges. There are wits and whiners and powerful designers. There are framers and founders and wisdom expounders. And it's absolutely scary to think so much influence can be given in reading the tweet which is not even considered a coherent sentence.
But there it is.
Communication in nano-seconds. From Bejing to Podunk Hollow, Tennessee. From D.C. to Vegas. From Wasillah, Alaska to Moscow. Links upon links, connections and reflections. Extractions and retractions. Diversions and perversions. The stream is boundless-- the ripples ever-changing, as the simple confound the wise.
Can we ever rise above such miniscule thinking--away from the sound-bite evaluations? Can we find our way back to a world of contemplation, understanding, and personal introspection? Or are we beyond grasping the art of comprehension and communication? Are we ruined? Spoiled? Can we not see ourselves?
Will we lump ourselves inside a #hashtag and forever brand ourselves by labels? It's collected, you know? Our words and conversations-- if you can call them that-- are stored forevermore in posterity.
It reminds me of a Scripture verse wherein the Lord warns of judgment day-- a day of accounting. In that day we will answer for every idle word we've uttered and every mindless thing we've done. What will my portion be at that moment?
I have but one thing worth saying at all. God came to earth one day; He lived among man to show mankind how the Father loved us and how the Father wanted us to love one another. Then He died on a cross to pay the penalty for all our devious, deceitful, prideful, debaucherous, licentious, perverse, hateful and rebellious schemes against His holiness. He knew we couldn't live up to His holiness. He knew. So He gave the sacrifice of His only begotten Son to pay the fine for our sin. Our get-out-of-jail-free card. Jesus died, then rose again to life and conquered the grave. He did that for you.
Eternity will be spent with Him or without Him. Surely we'd rather spend eternity in peace than in everlasting hell, wouldn't we?
Won't you trust in Him today? Before it's too late to believe? He promises that all who come to Him in faith believing, He is faithful and just to forgive you of all unrighteousness. All. As in every single thing you've ever done against the Holy Creator. Now that's worth tweeting, any day of the week.