If you went out to eat dinner and upon receiving your salad,
you found a small slug on one of the leaves. You would complain and get a new
salad.
If you went again, the next weekend and ordering again,
found a fingernail in your soup, you would complain and either get a different
side dish or possibly leave.
If someone actually convinced you to go a third time, on the
following weekend and upon receiving your main dish, you find several curly
black hairs, most likely you would never return again to that restaurant.
At what point do we stop interacting with the world/social
media/news? With the previous metaphor in mind, at what point does the
corruption, perversion and depravity of these things drive us away as “it’s no
longer worth it”?
In the distant past, the practice of monasticism became the place
the godly went to get away from the influence of the world. While becoming a
monk is not better or necessary than being a regular person, running away from the
influence of evil is necessary.
I fear we may be slowly losing our passion for holiness. We
are allowing ourselves to become conditioned to the normalization of sin.