So I’m sitting there in a gorgeous home after a great meal with a close friend and family whom I haven’t seen in months, and all I can think about is my I-phone.  It got so bad that while we’re discussing incredible things of the Kingdom I quietly, so no one would notice, pulled it out under the table and glanced at it.  What the heck is in this thing?

“Wonder who called?  Wonder who texted me?  Ohhh…I wonder who wants to be my friend on facebook?”  I wonder what kind of loser I really am?  Am I so into ME that I can’t stay focused on anyone else?  Am I so starved for attention that I’ll take it from anywhere else but the person sitting right across from me?  Pastors seem to be really bad at it.  ”THEY need me.”  Yeah right.  You need help!  Sure it’s a neat little device but gheez…getta life.  Or is this life now?  I’ve even found myself lying, “uhhh..yeah…just gotta check on some work stuff for City Community Church.  I’ll be there in a minute.”  I sit on a throne of lies, reeking of beef and cheese while my family’s meal goes cold.  I’m a self absorbed addict.

I’m not the only one with a serious case of self.  I’ve sat across from YOU before and YOU were more engaged with your MacPipe or IStoned or Crackberry that you were with anything I was saying.  I’ve driven next to YOU while you were popping keys in a text message to Utah or a witty twitter post while your family is starving for attention in the back seat.  Oh wait a minute, maybe that was me…

I’m publicly making resolutions; maybe then I’ll stick with em.  I’m going to be ENGAGED when YOU are around.  MacAir closed, Iphone on silent and mentally ready to slap my own hand if I feel the need to see who called. I’m going to DISENGAGE the moment YOU do, affording you ample peace and quiet to check your facebook, email or scores from around the league.  Cool?  Oh, hold on…I’ve gotta call…I’ll just be a minute…getabsorbed…n