Wasted.
Wasted. That’s the post-bellum of the pseudo-conquest. That’s the after-taste of pseudo-love.
In a recent TED talk, respected psychologist and Stanford professor, Philip Zimbardo, presented his assertion that pornography and video game addictions are (at this very moment) re-wiring the mental, sexual, educational, and social desires of an entire generation of men. The self-stated goal of his 4-minute talk was not to present solutions, but to shock his listeners into action. He followed this talk with a digitally-formatted TED book, which seeks to delve deeper into gaming addiction and porn addiction. In both publications (the talk and the book), his intention is not to deal with the morality of porn and gaming, but to present his research on how this is re-wiring manhood and our society as a contextual whole.
Russell Moore, recently published his thoughts on Zimbardo’s research in an article on the DesiringGod blog entitled, “Fake Love, Fake War: Why So Many Men Are Addicted to Internet Porn and Video Games“.
After reading Moore’s article and watching the TED talk, I decided to prioritize reading Zimbardo’s book yesterday for two reasons::
ONE… I am raising two men who are continually being forced to deal with social, mental, sexual, and educational realities of the world in which we live, breathe, move, and love.
TWO… I shepherd men who are living pseudo-lives in constant contrast to a life completely engaged in the world in which we live, breathe, move, and love.
I believe that every sunrise, every sunset, every breath, every heartbeat, every moment is an invitation to live my life completely engaged.
I preached this core belief this past Sunday… but I strive to live this core belief in the messy reality of my life every sunrise, every sunset, every breath, every heartbeat, every moment, every day.
I believe that men are intended to reject the pseudo-life by receiving the invitation to live completely.
The etymology for the prefix “pseudo” in the English language finds it’s root in the Greek:: pseudos. Pseudos is false. Pseudos is virtual. Pseudos is the exchange of truth, reality, a life engaged… for the fake, the lie, a life wasted.
Wasted.
Wasted. That’s the post-bellum of the pseudo-conquest. That’s the after-taste of pseudo-love.
And after all this… I wonder::
What’s the climax of a pseudo-life?