WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING?
What we feed shapes what governs us.
That’s me. I don’t know who took that picture or when — but I remember that kid. I remember what he didn’t know yet. What he let in without a filter. What stayed long after the lights came back on.
There was a time when I didn’t question what entered.
A time before awareness.
Before I understood that what I saw… could stay.
DEDICATION
To the Holy Spirit — who continues to intervene, intercede, and give vision to see clearly and write what matters.
To my wife — for her constant support, encouragement, and patience.
To you — the one reading this, and to the friends who take the time to reach out… may this find a place to land in your life that brings reflection, or even a shift in your patterns.
To the version of me that sat in front of things I didn’t understand… and didn’t question — and to SE, for stirring something early that I didn’t yet have language for.
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”
— Romans 12:2 (NKJV)
THE HOOK
We rarely question what entertains us.
If it makes us laugh…
If it keeps us engaged…
If it helps us escape…
We call it harmless.
THE STORY
I remember sitting in a movie theater as a kid.
The Garden Theater.
Popcorn.
Coke.
A chocolate bar my mom and I were going to split.
She loved movies.
It was her way of getting out… especially on nights my dad was gone.
I was almost seven years of age.
The movie started out normal enough.
Doctors.
Science.
Nothing that felt threatening.
Then the scene changed.
They took a team of doctors…
miniaturized them…
put them inside a tiny vessel…
and injected them into a man’s bloodstream.
I watched that vessel move through his body.
Through veins.
Through darkness.
Through things that looked alive… and dangerous.
The body began to react.
Attacking it.
Trying to destroy it.
And something in me shifted.
I didn’t understand what I was feeling.
But I knew it wasn’t right.
Fear hit me hard.
Not the kind you shake off.
The kind that goes straight through you.
I ran out of the theater.
Crying.
Shaking.
My mom had to come find me.
And from that moment on…
Something stayed.
A fear I didn’t have words for.
A fear of death that didn’t belong to a seven-year-old kid…
but was suddenly living inside one.
THE MOMENT
What I saw…
didn’t pass through me.
It settled in me.
And it took years…
to understand it,
to face it,
and to let God heal what I didn’t even know had entered.
It didn’t come from experience.
It came from exposure.
THE TURN
What we don’t process… doesn’t disappear.
It stores.
It shapes perception.
It influences thought.
It subtly shifts what feels normal.
Not all at once.
But over time.
Entertainment is not neutral.
It trains.
It conditions.
It introduces ideas, images, and patterns that begin to live somewhere inside us.
And the dangerous part?
We often invite it in.
We start spending our attention without realizing what we’re buying.
Scrolling.
Watching.
Absorbing.
Hour after hour.
Day after day.
The hourglass is always moving.
But we rarely ask:
What am I filling myself with?
What is this costing me?
THE DRIFT
I’ve watched this shift happen in real time.
Not from the outside…
but from a front-row seat.
I’ve been in IT since 1976.
I’ve seen the progression.
I’ve seen the shaping.
I’ve seen where this was going long before most people felt it.
And even knowing…
It still required a decision.
To pull back.
To minimize.
To become intentional.
I know.
Because I watched it happen.
From the inside. For decades.
I went to a new doctor recently.
They immediately wanted more X-rays.
I said no.
Nothing had changed.
Same issue.
Same elbow.
Same two-year problem — just worse.
It wasn’t resistance.
It was awareness.
The doctor came in and said I was right.
It was just protocol.
System-driven.
As we talked, I watched him work.
He wasn’t just examining me.
He was translating everything into a screen.
Speaking…
pausing…
watching the computer write it out for him.
AI.
They couldn’t pull up my MRI.
So I reached into my pocket…
and had it on my phone in 30 seconds.
He looked at me and said,
“How did you do that so fast?”
I told him the truth.
“I’ve lived in this world a long time.”
Then he said something that stayed with me.
“If you don’t know how to use a computer today…
You’re in trouble as a doctor.”
You have to be a computer expert first.
Then a doctor second.
And I sat there thinking…
This is where we are now.
THE REFLECTION
Technology isn’t the enemy.
But it isn’t neutral either.
It shapes pace.
It shapes attention.
It shapes how we think… without asking permission.
It can serve us.
Or it can quietly take the lead.
I’ve lived long enough to know this:
Even something helpful…
can become harmful
if it’s never questioned.
I’ve had more X-rays, MRIs, and procedures than I can count.
At some point, your body starts asking a question:
When is it enough?
And yet… without those tools,
some things would never be seen.
Some problems would stay hidden.
Some truths would never surface.
There’s a time.
There’s a place.
There’s a purpose.
But there’s also a line.
And not everything that crosses it
announces itself.
Some things slowly pull you in.
A little at a time.
Until what once served you…
starts shaping you.
Balance isn’t automatic.
It’s discerned.
Because not everything that pulls your attention
is leading you somewhere clean.
Some things lead you forward.
Others lead you into places that feel off…
But you stay anyway.
What you repeatedly return to…
You eventually begin to agree with.
Not everything that shapes you asked for permission first.
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
What am I consistently giving my attention to…
…and what is it forming in me?
MY PRAYER
Heavenly Father,
Give me awareness where I’ve been passive.
Give me clarity where I’ve been distracted.
Help me recognize what I’ve allowed in without question.
Not out of fear…
but out of a desire to live aligned with truth.
Teach me to be intentional with what I watch,
what I listen to,
and what I allow to shape me.
Give me discernment to know the difference
between what serves me…
and what slowly takes authority.
Let my attention reflect what I truly value.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
ABOUT G~
G~ writes from lived experience — exploring identity, authority, and time through the lens of faith, trial, leadership, and surrender. His reflections are not meant to condemn or hype, but to steady. Rooted in covenant, forged through adversity, and anchored under the authority of Jesus Christ, his work invites readers to examine who governs their lives — and to live intentionally under truth.
If what you’ve read resonates with your journey, feel free to reach out.
G~