Here is the poem shared during last Sunday’s sermon which highlights the true antithesis of our digital lives versus Psalm 23. Written by Pastor Owen.
iPsalm 23
The smartphone is my master, I shall not rest.
It whisks me away from the presence of others
even while I am with them
It invades my every moment of quiet and margin
It maketh me to lie down only when it is charging
then begs for my attention when I should be asleep
It pulls me into pools of depression
and leads me in paths of frenzy for Amazon’s sake
I constantly pull it out of my pocket for no reason
It houndeth my soul
Yea, even though I walk frantically from post to post and text to text,
I will never catch up, for endless scrolling is ever with me
My need for likes drives me to post family pictures for social capital
I remember not what life was like before 2007
My… precious.
Interweb searches and newsfeeds anoint my head with worry
My vast knowledge of memes and what’s on Netflix overflows.
Surely fatigue and phantom phone vibrations shall follow me
all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of anxiety forever.
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