Reflecting on the Inimitable Power and Disappointment of Social Media

Confessions of a social media prophet

Young man playing on a phone while sitting on an unmade bed

I joined a Facebook group for discussion between atheists and Christians recently. I tried to engage in discussion and was disappointed to find that people were more adept at the use of laughing emojis and one-line put downs than discussion. I was disappointed because I hoped I hoped for better, but I realize I should not have been surprised.

I also hoped for better from myself, and I was disappointed, if not surprised, that I was inclined to be offended. I wanted to react in kind. I found myself dwelling on a sour post for long after reading it, fighting the urge to post a quick-witted comeback, and – when I couldn’t think of exactly the right tightly packed and insightful retort – to flame the disrespectful responder with the not so inimitable laugh emoji. Ugghh….

I mostly resisted my urge to respond. The few times I succumbed to my weakness, I regretted it. There was no discussion. Just a hailstorm of barbed quips, memes, and emojis (mostly laughing – the ultimate form of online mockery).

My weak attempts to start a conversation were for naught. Perhaps, if I had stayed the course, persisted in my focus on conversation, and resisted all temptation to lash back, I might have found a real discussion. Maybe. And maybe I am just hopelessly hopeful.

I don’t know how many days I lasted in that group. It didn’t take long before I bowed out with a parting question: “Why do atheists spend so much time talking about a God they don’t believe in?”

I admit the question wasn’t meant to start a discussion, or reflective thought, or to get at anything deeply meaningful. It was a not so subtle parting shot – a little monument to my own inability to rise above the clamor and din of the social media frenzy that belies the evolutionary doctrine of the inevitable upward progress of mankind.

I was surprised again (though I don’t know why) that notices of responses to my frankly sophomoric question continued to appear in my feed days afterward. Three days to this point.

I was even more surprised at the sheer number of responses: 795 comments and 195 emojis (mostly of the laughing variety) so far. I don’t know if a single post I have ever put on Facebook has elicited that much response. Do I count that as a success?

I doubt that anyone in the group knows that I left. The sharks continue to circle the corpse of my failed attempt at a discussion, attacking the dead body with quips, memes, and emojis in a feeding frenzy that is truly remarkable, if not sadly cliche. Social media and its finest.

I am reminded of the word of the Lord to Isaiah in the temple. God sent him to preach to the nation of Israel and warned Isaiah in the same breath that the people wouldn’t listen. God, nevertheless, wanted him to be faithful, which he was.

I wonder how much Isaiah wanted to lash back at the people who mocked him and criticized him. (Perhaps, he did. I assume he was just as human as I am.) Perhaps, he was just as discouraged and disappointed as I am, though he stuck in there long enough to author a good-sized chunk of the Old Testament.

Perhaps, social media isn’t the best platform for engaging people in thoughtful discussion. (Yah think?!) The low-hanging fruit of social media tends to be pretty rotten, though I have seen some good proof from people who may be more like Isaiah than me.

I obviously do my own writing. (Like Isaiah, perhaps?) The flaming arrows don’t come as fast at me on this platform, nor are they as frequent. In fact, I’m not sure I have ever gotten 795 comments on articles I have written and posted on this site in a whole year, and 195 responses (laugh emojis and all😂) would be a record for any blog article I have written.

The scale of social media reach is powerful. The quality of that social media reach leaves much to be desired.

Perhaps, social media just reveals the reality of what is going on behind more mundane and seemingly less impactful forms of communication, like a watch. Perhaps, people are more apt to fly their true colors in the immediacy of a social media platform encouraging reflexive action that results in a more genuine response.

Perhaps, we get a better glimpse of what people are actually thinking and how they are actually responding, which we do not often see in other media. Perhaps, I should take some solace in this. Perhaps, I should be more understanding and frank in my assessment of the way my blog material hits. My writing probably doesn’t get the universal response I hope it will or think it does. On the other hand, I am probably hitting a more receptive audience that tunes into my blog writing than my posts on a Christian/atheist discussion site.

I feel like I’m trying to encourage myself not to be discouraged. Maybe I am trying to talk myself out of my disappointment – being philosophical about it. Maybe this kind of reflective thinking is what is necessary to avoid being swept up into the constantly reactive ways we are learning to live in a social media world. Maybe I am just fighting back in the way that I know how. Maybe I will do better next time.

The Elijah Complex and the Whisper of God

We may have an Elijah complex when we think we are the only ones following God.

BRESCIA, ITALY – MAY 23, 2016: The painting Prophet Elijah Receiving Bread and Water from an Angel at Chiesa di San Giovanni Evangelista by Alessandro Bonvicino-Moretto

Do you identify with Elijah? Do you squirm thinking about his zeal? Do you feel guilty about not sharing the Gospel with your neighbor? Then, maybe a new look at Elijah may resonate with you.

We know Elijah for his zeal for Yahweh in a time when the culture and national leaders were rebelling against God. Sound familiar?

Elijah is famous for challenging the Israelite king, Ahab, and his rebellious wife, Jezebel, and all of the prophets of Baal and Asherah that were commissioned by that royal pair. He felt like he was the only one standing for God in a world that wanted him to shut up and go away.

Some of us may feel like Elijah, while many others of us may feel guilty that we are not like Elijah. He is a pillar of the faith, right?

Yes, of course, he is! As I read through these passages, though, I am seeing something I didn’t catch before. For one thing, I get the feeling that Elijah probably wasn’t a fun guy to be around.

He certainly didn’t go along with the crowd. He wasn’t known for his diplomatic tact. (To put it mildly) He said what was on his mind, and he didn’t pull any punches.

These characteristics of Elijah begin to give us an idea of what he is like. They also point toward a more human side of Elijah that I hadn’t noticed before, which is why I want to dive deeper into the story of Elijah and the prophets of Baal.

Elijah is famous for challenging 450 prophets of Baal to an Ancient Near Eastern duel of the gods. It was Elijah against all the prophets of Baal; Yahweh against Baal in a cosmic duel with mortal consequences for the losers.

This is the way Elijah rolled. No holds barred!

Elijah challenged the prophets to sacrifice a bull on an altar without setting fire to it, letting Baal or Yahweh, as the case might be, consume the sacrifice directly. Which one would show up?! The stakes were high. If Yahweh didn’t show, Elijah was toast!!

Elijah offered to let the prophets of Baal go first. (A bit of showmanship?) They cut up the bull; they placed it on the altar; and they did their ritual thing to entice Baal to come out of whatever stone he might live under … but nothing happened.

Elijah taunted them. (He was not a master of subtlety!) He egged them on to shout louder and offered the following “helpful” comments (paraphrased by me):

  • Maybe your god is daydreaming”;
  • Maybe he fell asleep and you need to shout louder; and
  • Maybe he is relieving himself, and he will be back in a minute!

Elijah’s taunting wound those prophets up into a religious frenzy. They cut themselves with knives, and swords, and spears until they bled everywhere … but still nothing happened.

When their time was up, all eyes turned to Elijah.

I imagine the anticipation in the crowd rivaled a Las Vegas audience watching Siegfried and Roy walk a full grown tiger onto the stage. Elijah let the expectation mount as he built his own altar. The atmosphere was electric. The crowd was undoubtedly hoping for more action than the prophets of Baal gave them.

I can imagine the smug look on Elijah’s face and the brash confidence in his demeaner as he instructed volunteers from the crowd to pour water on the offering. Elijah was nothing if not dramatic!


Lest we forget, they were in the middle of a long draught. Elijah didn’t just have them sprinkle water. Three times Elijah instructed his helpers to fill up the jars, and pour them out on the bull, the wood, and the altar until it was soaked and water pooled in the trench around it.

Anticipation hung like a funnel cloud overhead as darkness loomed over the mountaintop stage. The expectant crowd, the exhausted prophets recovering from their failed ordeal, and Ahab sat poised on the edge of their proverbial seats.

In the flash of a moment, fire came down from heaven. Like a galactic flamethrower, the fire was so fierce it completely consumed the bull, the wood, and the altar itself!

Nothing remained but hot, smoldering ash.

Yahweh showed up as Elijah said he would! Elijah was vindicated!

But that wasn’t enough for him. With freshened zeal fueled by the powerful demonstration of God’s power, Elijah provoked the excited crowd to grab the cowering prophets of Baal and march them down the mountain where they were slaughtered in the valley below.

Elijah was at the height of his prophetic career. Elijah may have thought, “Not even Moses presided over such a powerful demonstration of God’s awesome power!” Elijah was on top of the world!


It’s hard to imagine greater faith and boldness or a more decisive display of God’s power. Perhaps, the only thing more amazing than all of that was Jezebel’s response:

She was not… impressed… at all.

When Ahab raced to deliver the news to Jezebel, his haughty audacious wife didn’t even hesitate. She ordered death to Elijah with ice in her veins.

Elijah must have been thinking, “What’s a man of God got to do?!” (Never mind that the crowd seemed properly convinced.) If his greatest act of faith couldn’t turn the hardened hearts of Ahab and Jezebel, nothing would! He had done his absolute best, and it wasn’t enough.

Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever felt like nothing you do, or can do, makes any difference? Have you ever come to the place that you have done your best, and your best wasn’t good enough? Have you ever felt like you are the only one who stands for God?

Have you ever gotten mad at God for not defending you for standing up for Him? Then, read on.

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