Kristy and I saw Crazy Heart last Friday night. After the movie I walked into the bathroom, and there standing at a urinal was a thirty-something year old man peeing and texting. I know Oprah has her push to make texting and driving illegal, but surely something needs to be done about peeing and texting. We have to draw the line somewhere.
I quit texting and driving a few months ago. It’s just not worth it. Kristy and I made a pact. Even today, a stupid college kid almost slammed into the back of my truck. I saw him in my review mirror flying down the lane. I was completely stopped in rush hour traffic. He wasn’t, and he was coming quickly. He had his head cocked to the right and a little down. I could barely make out his thumb moving rapidly on his little black phone. He looked up just as I braced for impact. There was a screech. He stopped in time.
Last week I watched TV and surfed on the Internet for the first time. I’m a late adopter to most things, so we just got wireless in our house, and for some reason TV wasn’t enough. I needed more. I felt dirty afterward, like I crossed some technological morality line. I don’t remember what I was watching, but I guarantee it wasn’t very good if I was interested in surfing. So, why didn’t I turn it off? Why did I let it continue to blab into my brain?
I think in our quest to be connected we actually lose a freedom. We lose the freedom to think.
Today, I was early to a lunch meeting, so I dared a new adventure. I chose to sit there, reading nothing, just thinking. People used to do this all the time, usually in rocking chairs. The people who still do it invent the products we type on and write the books we read. Thinking is one of the few rights and practices that can never be taken from you. It’s our greatest freedom as creatures. Furthermore, if God lives in you, then the desires of your heart, which are processed through your mind, may be the voice of God.
Maybe we should do less that we might think more.