I have never been “popular.” Throughout school, I had friends, sure, but I certainly was never high up in the ranks with the rich kids, the cheerleaders, or the prom queen types. I had a core group with whom I ran around, and I even eventually married one of them 🙂
In college the pattern continued: not “popular,” but I certainly had friends. Grad school was different. The first round of schooling yielded a simple three friends (we were in a brand new program together), and seminary, the second round, produced three or four more “good” friends.
My friendships inevitably faded as I moved away. With one major exception, there were not fights, or blowups, or cataclysmic events that ended our friendships. Mostly, my friends and I drifted apart as I moved from state to state to state. I am fairly confident that if I ran into the vast majority of these people nowadays, we’d laugh and smile, and we’d share a fun memory or two.
My two best, and longest lasting, friendships originated at my childhood church. I am still close to these women today, even though we live miles and miles apart. I think there’s definitely something to be said for basing your friendships in Jesus.
I’m old enough (snort) that electronics didn’t play a role in my relationships until after I was married. Yes, my husband and I emailed one another every day while we were dating and engaged, but that was it. And that was super private.
In the past few years, I have struggled with the combination of friendships and, let’s say, social media. On the one hand, I have “met” some wonderful women whom I consider dear friends through this very medium of blogging. We are friends on Facebook, and we walk alongside one another on this path of (adoptive) motherhood.
I know what’s happening with friends far away, and who needs prayer right now. Little kids grow up in pictures and funny anecdotes.
On the other hand…
On the other hand I have seen a level of rampant narcissism that literally (yes, literally) turns my stomach. And it is the worst, unfortunately, amongst people claiming to be Christians. It’s one thing to crow about yourself 24/7, brag about your beauty, your brains, your marriage, and post selfie after countless selfie if you don’t claim to be a follower of Christ.
But…Philippians 2:3 says “Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility, count others more significant than yourself.” Loving Jesus, being His follower, does not translate well, when you are puffed up and full of yourself. It’s sickening, actually.
When you post picture after picture during your “date night with hubby” at an expensive restaurant…how does that fit in with Philippians? (as a side note…put down your phone and spend time with your husband!)
When you take a new picture of just your face every twelve days…or every twelve hours…how is that exhibiting humility?
How honest are you being if everything you post is a brag or a boast designed to show off your perfect kids…perfect life…perfect house…tons of money? Or even worse…to do nothing but complain about your kids, your life, your spouse?
It just makes me sad and sick.
Recently I unfriended? defriended? a number of people on Facebook. Anyone who regularly complained about their children or spouse, or shamed their children, was nixed, as were people I don’t see on a regular basis. I also took the plunge and deleted the links to everyone from our former church who fit those categories, hadn’t contacted us, or was obviously falling for the false doctrines.
It was hard, but it was definitely the right choice. I don’t feel dread or anger anymore so much when I log onto my account.
But I certainly miss the days when I didn’t really know how narcissistic and self-obsessed people were. 😉