So, maybe the case can be made.
Social Media Sites: The New Pharisee?
At least, the new stomping grounds of the... thirsty… Pharisee?
“Everything they do is for show. On their arms they wear extra wide prayer boxes with Scripture verses inside, and they wear robes with extra long tassels.
Matthew 23:5
“Everything they do is just to show off in front of others. They even make a big show of wearing Scripture verses on their foreheads and arms, and they wear big tassels for everyone to see.”
(Contemporary English Translation)
Doesn’t that sound a bit like social media nowadays?
Why are we doing what we are doing?
Why do we post photos, comments, and everything we can post?
Does the world need to know what our meal looks like? Does the world need another selfie from our mugs?
Why are we thirsty?
“Motives are weighed...”
“All a person’s ways seem pure to them, but motives are weighed by the LORD (Elohim).”
Proverbs 16:2
Great. Heart issue stuff.
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
Matthew 6:21
Bumping RIGHT into it.
What Has Our Heart?
“Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.”
Proverbs 4:23
Alright, so first we have wild hearts that cannot exactly be counted on. Again, it sounds offensive to be viewed that that.
Nevertheless…
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?”
Jeremiah 17:9
It’s a great running start.
Therefore, if we have this wicked, unreliable, even, heart, how can we truly expect we will have right motives? It goes beyond posting something on Instagram. It cuts to relating to Him.
You know… HIM? The Big Him. The Most High.
“For their heart was not right with Him, neither were they steadfast in His covenant.”
Psalms 78:37
“But” you and I may counter, “I just want to post photos of my vacation.”
Uh-huh.
I get it.
We all post pics of what we’re doing, what we’re eating, our pets, and our smiling faces.
What’s the spiritual state of our hearts as we do that?
I am interrogating myself here, too. I’m not just throwing stones at other people’s glass selfies.
When you and I post…anything, what is the REAL story going on here?
The fabulous vacation?
(We fought with our family the entire trip).
The scrumptious meal?
(We couldn’t afford it, and had to max out a credit card, just to order it. So that we could post about it online).
The adored pet?
(Still not housetrained. We regret getting the critter. And we are constantly deep cleaning our carpets).
And what about our smiling selfies?
(We feel dead inside. We feel ugly. We spent the last hour just trying to find the right filter to edit our appearance, making us look thinner, more attractive… and “happy”).
In Pharisee language, our online presence is like that of the long flowing robes, the impressive tassels, and the strut the Pharisee gives in the Sanctuary.
“Look at me! Look at how great I am!”
Reality?
“‘Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you cleanse the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of extortion and self-indulgence.
Blind Pharisee, first cleanse the inside of the cup and dish, that the outside of them may be clean also.
Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly but inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.
Even so you also outwardly appear righteous to men, but inside you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness.’”
Matthew 23:23-28
We are “white-washed tombs” (Matthew 23:27).
Who sees and smells the decay already?
Smells like… Hypocrisy.
We may not wear robes, have tassels, or strut in a Sanctuary lately, but we post hypocrisy, don’t we?
Just a little bit?
“Speaking lies in hypocrisy; having their conscience seared with a hot iron;”
1 Timothy 4:2
Our posts “speak lies in hypocrisy?” Yikes.
So, our wicked, hypocritical hearts are posting. It’s one thing to “fool the public.”
You and I may do that, with varying degrees of success.
For instance, take yours truly here.
I would love to look like the Beauty and the screen siren, Rita Hayworth, right now, as I type these words…