This essay by Andrew Sullivan, published on September 18, 2016, in New York Magazine, elucidates so painfully what I have struggled to fight for years now. No, DSM has not named it a diagnosable mental disorder yet, but we're collectively well on our way. Print it, read, frame every page. Here's a snip:
If the churches came to understand that the greatest threat to faith today is not hedonism but distraction, perhaps they might begin to appeal anew to a frazzled digital generation. Christian leaders seem to think that they need more distraction to counter the distraction. Their services have degenerated into emotional spasms, their spaces drowned with light and noise and locked shut throughout the day, when their darkness and silence might actually draw those whose minds and souls have grown web-weary. But the mysticism of Catholic meditation — of the Rosary, of Benediction, or simple contemplative prayer — is a tradition in search of rediscovery. The monasteries — opened up to more lay visitors — could try to answer to the same needs that the booming yoga movement has increasingly met.
Yoga and the church both give me the respites from news and noise that I so desperately need, but my body and mind are still not satisfied. There's too much of this--screen time, liking, sharing, commenting, looking down instead of looking up, around and into others' eyes. Rich words to read on a blog of course, but nobody's perfect. Amen.