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3 months – no TV

I think I forgot to mention this, but about 3 months ago, we made the decision to ditch our cable service, and at the same time we got rid of our TV….. Yes, we’re “one of those” families now; we don’t watch TV. Of course we do still have a little 12 inch TV/VCR combination for watching old VHS movies, and we do watch the occasional Netflix movie online. But; you know I don’t think we really miss having “the stranger” as the centerpiece of the living room. I really didn’t like the influence that it was bringing in, and honestly it didn’t really provide us with anything worthwhile….. It was pretty funny; we listed our old TV on craigslist for free, and had someone come and pick it up within about 2 hours….. Is America addicted to TV or what? Here’s a little something to think about.

“The Stranger”

“A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee 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 to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bill, five years my senior, was my example. Fran, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play ‘big brother’ and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors– Mom taught me to love the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it.

But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it all. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched.

He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. My brother and I were deeply impressed by John Wayne in particular.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind, but sometimes Mom would quietly get up– while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places– go to her room, read her Bible and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house– not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home – not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.

More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name? We always just called him TV.”

Until next time…..

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  1. May 22, 2011 at 8:33 pm

    hey matt,
    you go bro. i hear ya. as for me and my house we will serve the lord and no one or nothing else. go ahead and close or even remove all the doors we give to satan as to protect ourselves and our families. i can not even imagine what its like to have your family on board. you are richly blessed. most people dont realize that they do have a master no matter what they believe. the only role we play is to chose wich one to serve. and if your going to serve God then you will need to “simplify” so as to make the journey possible. mark 6:7-13 and luke 9:1-6 cast out or off the unclean spirits, do not carry a load you were not meant to carry(distractions from your purpose) and if some will not go with you (no matter who it is) you need to keep going striaght anyways, and if some will not hear you keep moving and speaking anyway. do this and you will have power from on high and you will not only restore and heal yourself but also those who chose to listen and walk with you. love you brother,
    james williams

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