The Tweet That Passes All Understanding
I get looks. Not “come hither” looks. Not “hey that guy has it going on” looks. I don’t even get the “don’t mess with me looks” from scary vagrants (I guess I’m not a threat). What I do get are “space alien” looks—I say or do something ridiculous, and people look at me like I’m a space alien. A non-cute, non-threatening space alien.
My Pastor gave me the “space alien” look yesterday.
Why? Because I asked him about getting our church on Twitter.
Maybe he didn’t understand what I was getting at. I mean, putting the church on Twitter allows us to update folks about special events, meeting times, and important IRBC happenings. How cool would it be to see this week’s sermon/Bible study topic tweeted in advance?
It’s not like there’s a lot of work involved. How long does it take to compose 160 characters? Like, thirty seconds? And let’s not forget that I would be running this thing single-handedly. Burden on everybody else: Zero.
But then I think about the “space alien” look. I think about a white-haired congregation standing morally opposed to that projector screen we’ve been trying to install for two years. I think about the potential computer to parishioner ratio, which is probably in the 1:5 area. I think about a generation whom technology has not simply passed over, but has blazed by.
I think about pews filled with “space alien” looks.
Still, there may be thousands…hundreds…there may be four or five folks who might actually pick up on an IRBC Twitterfeed. For those few, I may just have something in store for you…
Tyler
