Short Thoughts #4: Reality Show Drugs

I, too, have crunked to reality shows. The postmodern colosseum. Daughters and sons that I barely know embroiled in quickly digestible drama. But good drama is never quickly digestible.

I watch them and train my teeth for biting.

This one’s a bitch, that one’s a hero.

Or borderline. Or narcissistic. Or selfish.

And all the while my soul is practicing how to kill with words and find enemies.

My own prayer for mercy forgotten.

How do I stop network editors from becoming my spiritual advisors? How do I resist the urge to hate and label the adolescent adults splayed out across my screen? Vain and bearing, as much as anyone, the image of God.