By Mike Glenn I grew up at the beginning of the visual age. Televisions were just beginning to move to the center of the family room, replacing fireplaces that once called the family together. Now, television shows galvanized the family’s attention. I got to watch some classics! The Jackie Gleason Show, The Magical World of Disney, The Rifleman, M*A*S*H, The Johnny Carson Show, The Ed Sullivan Show, and, best of all – Saturday Night Live (when it was must-watch TV). These are the moments that defined my childhood and adolescent years.
To be a saint, according to his book, A Burning In My Bones, was Eugene Peterson’s greatest longing. Many people whose lives he touched (including mine) would affirm without hesitation that Eugene lived his longing.
I was born in 1954. It probably wasn’t until Saturday Night Live that FOMO, for me, meant fear of missing out on time with friends and family, and any activities that brought friends and families together. As is often the hot topic, the shift of FOMO from those activities that enriched time with families and friends, which enriched life, toward what is now about me and acquisitions (such as the latest tech and such) that make me feel successful in the eyes of the world.
To be a saint, according to his book, A Burning In My Bones, was Eugene Peterson’s greatest longing. Many people whose lives he touched (including mine) would affirm without hesitation that Eugene lived his longing.
I was born in 1954. It probably wasn’t until Saturday Night Live that FOMO, for me, meant fear of missing out on time with friends and family, and any activities that brought friends and families together. As is often the hot topic, the shift of FOMO from those activities that enriched time with families and friends, which enriched life, toward what is now about me and acquisitions (such as the latest tech and such) that make me feel successful in the eyes of the world.