twitterversary

I’ve been using twitter as a way of interacting for five years. I’ve sent 20,641 tweets. That means that on average, 11 times a day I have said something to someone, said something about someone, said something for someone, or just said something. I’ve encouraged a little, talked about myself a lot, conversed some. I’ve met some people who have become friends. I have added a new way of touching friends and family. I’ve even sent messages to Nancy and Andrew and Hope who were, at the time, in the same house. (I would talk to Allie, too, but she refuses to use twitter. She figures that Andrew has it covered for the two of them.)

If we assume that we start making sense of our conversation by about age three, I’ve been using twitter for a tenth of my communicative life.

As I was thinking about this anniversary, I thought of some words of Paul. He wrote to some people that he respected very much, “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”

Paul cared a lot about these friends. He talks about having spent three years with them, teaching constantly. He spoke in public, he taught in houses. He worked and wept and listened and explained. When he talks about how to talk, he had spent three years showing them exactly what he meant.

In the same way that I’m a fan of writing and telephones and tables in coffee shops and walks with Nancy, I am a fan of twitter. But as a means of communication. After somewhere around half a million words, I have to wonder: no unwholesome? Only what’s helpful? Aware of people’s needs?

For 7×7, see 3.6.12