You do not need to bow down to a golden statue to be an idolater. You only need to look down—at your phone—over and over, with sacred repetition, unbroken by prayer, unvisited by stillness, unexamined by the Word.

the sugary rush of reels

can’t sit still without reaching for a rectangle

the Age of the Infinite Feed

We’ve sanctified self-worship by calling it self-care. We’ve rebranded greed as ambition. And we’ve baptized our desires in spiritual language so we never have to crucify them.