I heard on the news last night that the Founder of Instagram is considering doing away with the "Likes" button.  I predict the popularity of Instagram will immediately go down the toilet.  We ALL want those "Likes".  Why else would we spend time posting anything on social media.  We identify the "Likes" with how we are regarded by those bothering to read.  OH, and speaking of readers~if they do away with the Followers, they might as well commit social program suicide.  Let's face it, we are all guilty of basing our self worth and esteem on our followers and likes.  Facebook goes so far as to give you a count once a year of how many likes and loves you have had.  We have a need to be held in high esteem and regard, and somehow social media seems to have become our Regard Barometer.

All businesses and non-profits know they must have a presence on Social Media these days to thrive.  The very essence of who we are, for many, has become wrapped around our social media presence.

One thing is for certain, when we die, there is no social media in Eternity~at least I don't think there is.  So after we leave this terrestrial ball, the essence of who we were while here becomes totally wrapped up in the memories of those we have left behind.  In my observation, there are usually two extremes in how our loved ones remember us--they either villianize us or sanctify us.  SO if you want to be sanctified--just go ahead and die and have immediate elevation to sainthood. 

We all have had the conversation with a loved one left behind by the dearly departed.  As they relay the sainthood of their loved one, those who are more objective are shaking their heads and wondering who in the world you are talking about.   I must admit to being slightly relieved that perhaps my loved ones will remember the good things about me and have amnesia about my bad.The fact is we are ALL fallen and we live in a fallen world.  We are NOT saints in our actions.  I, myself, leave a lot to be desired in the sainthood department.  My halo is tarnished and my sainthood mantle is tattered.  I get myself all tripped up in the fallen world and the next thing you know the thing I am doing is exactly what I know I should not be doing.  (Slight paraphrase from Paul)  There is no perfect man, except for One.  

Because of that One, we can claim the title of Saint.  It has nothing to do with us and our behavior, but everything to do with Him and what He did for us.  Our sainthood begins the moment we become Believers.  What a glorious gift~what a blessing and NOT because of what we have done, but totally a gift from Him.  So polish your halo and put on the mantle of sainthood, His priceless precious gift to those who believe.

  To the church of God that is in Corinth,
 to those sanctified in Christ Jesus,
 called to be saints
 together with all those who in every place
 call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ,
 both their Lord and ours:
I Corinthians 1:2


  1. Only because of Jesus can we even deign to polish those halos. Beautifully said here, Lulu!

    1. Amen, My Friend! He paid the price for our Sainthood!

  2. {{{Big grin}}} that is all I can muster up...I really don't have anything constructed to say--only that it is 87* with 87% dewpoint...humid, humid, humid. smiles


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