The STRANGER in your house

July 9, 2006 at 9:47 pm (Family Life)

I know I said that my next post was going to be on WHY the differences in Bible translations, but I need some more time to digest the info I’ve collected.  So, as a brief interlude, I ask if you have two sewer pipes in your house – one outbound, and one INBOUND.

Here’s one of my favorites – I get it in email about once a year by someone who thinks it’s new.  It’s not, but it IS good.

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 my family. In my young
mind, he has a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors:
Mom taught me the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the
stranger? He was our storyteller.
He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures,
mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics,
history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood
the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family
to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me
cry.
The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing
each other to listen to what he had to say and she would go to her room
and read her books. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to
leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the
stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was
not allowed in our home… not from us, our friends, or any visitors. Our
longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned
my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in the home, not
even for cooking. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular
basis. He talked freely about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant,
sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my
early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger.
Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom
rebuked… and never asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with
our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he
was at first. Still, if you were to walk into my parents’ den today you would
still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name? We just call him TV.
— Author Unknown

I still offer my ‘shoot your TV service’ if anyone wants to take me up on it.

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4 Comments

  1. capitalggeek said,

    A similar minded site – white dot
    http://www.whitedot.org/issue/iss_front.asp

    TV Turnoff week (should be 52 weeks if you ask me)
    http://www.tvturnoff.org/

    some cool downloadable PDFs from bokart
    http://www.boakart.com/AdAboutTV2.html

  2. APuritanLady said,

    Shhhh….don’t offer that! (and I want to see you shoot yours first 😉 )

  3. sojournor said,

    TV is a one eyed devil that contradicts God as much as possible. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t somethings on TV that aren’t good but that is rare.

  4. Angela said,

    While I agree that the TV is generally a waste of time, I do have one for infrequent movie viewing, so I’m not shooting mine. I think most people watch TV so they don’t have to deal with the connecting side of life.

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