by Douglas McKelvey
O Lord, I know these algorithms are designed to fuel an amplified feedback loop, a whirlwind pushing back to me ever more extreme versions of my own interests and opinions. These feeds feed my worst tendencies, trapping me in an insidious cycle of narrow perspectives and customized clickbait designed to rile my emotions. I know this is not a healthy space to habitually inhabit, but the promise of such an easy and instant gratification is almost irresistible. Even so, I know this pattern needs to change. For what will become of my heart, if it marinates indefinitely in such a toxic stew? I would rather learn the slow discipline of contentment in you, O Christ—to practice your presence moment by moment; to be still and know you, to meditate on the eternal truths of your words, to have my heart steeped in your Spirit that I might become a more fitting agent of your mercies. Fixed in you, I would have peace, even amidst a world in disarray. I would have eternal purpose, greater than this voided emptiness teeming with vapid and volatile content. I would find an anchor for my soul that could hold fast in any storm. Then, I would have something of worth to offer others confounded and bound by habit to this constant, digital chaos of fantasy, enmity, fluff, and conspiracy debasing our screens: the grace and peace of Christ, made manifest in me. Amen.

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