Does this accurately portray the god of most of society in our day and age? Thoughts?

Question

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.



As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.



If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.



Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)



Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long-time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.



My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.



I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... and NEVER asked to leave.



More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?....



We just call him, "TV."



Final Note: This should be required reading for every household! He has a younger sister now. We call her "Computer."

Answer 1

I was born in 1954. I was raised on TV. I cannot imagine life without it. Now, the computer is taking its place. Here I sit.

Answer 2

My! My! My! I never thought about it before but in some home's it is God. Kinda makes me think about our priorities in life. God first, Family, Work, t.v., computers, and everything else on down the line. But I understand and know when Jesus come's back out of the East, and everyone will know and every tongue confess that he is Jesus the Son of God? I don't think t.v, or computers will stand a chance, and will be on the back burner.

Answer 3

Doesn't sound like those kids had much in the way of parents.

Proper parenting will alleviate any problems the TV could create, if only by turning it off when necessary.

Answer 4

one point if you do not mind -- there are two important things to remember # 1 -- the television and computer have an " off and on switch " # 2 if the off on switch does not work it has a plug that needs to be inserted.

Answer 5

HE has a Step Brother, THAT IS AN ADICTION = To ALL that have will Allow His Company!

He is called , " A Cell Phone! "

Thanks for the Good INPUT!

Thanks, RR, http://home.att.net/~roger459

Answer 6

I agree, but I couldn't imagine life without my computer...and I wouldn't want to.

Answer 7

You hit the nail on the head.

Answer 8

very good point!!!