What's Above Will No Longer Be Seen

There was a time when we looked up.

We looked up to the sky to feel the warmth of the sun.
We looked up at the stars to wonder about our place in the world.
We looked up in church, in prayer, in gratitude, in search of the One who gave us life.

But now, we look down.

Down at our screens.
Down at digital worlds that demand our attention.
Down at the notifications that keep us coming back for more likes, comments, videos, gossip, noise.

What was meant to connect us now consumes us.
What was once a tool has become our master.
And slowly, without even noticing, we’ve replaced the Creator’s wonders with man-made distractions.

Phones were supposed to help us communicate but they’ve silenced our homes.
Families sit under the same roof, yet worlds apart.
Children grow, parents age, time passes and still, our eyes are fixed downward.

We scroll through highlight reels while the real moments slip away.

We’ve traded in time with God for time with algorithms.
We’ve given up real conversations for comments and emojis.
And the kingdom the Kingdom that is near, the one we’re called to seek first is lost in the background noise.

The enemy doesn’t need to take your soul all at once.
All he needs is your attention.
And if he can steal that, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute…
He’s already winning.

So we must lift our heads again.
Look up.
See your children.
See your spouse.
See your parents before they’re gone.
See the sun, the stars, the sky the things above that remind us of who we are, and who we belong to.

Because what’s above will no longer be seen…
if we never look up again.

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