There is a judgment coming before a holy God, One whom we have all offended. Without Christ, we could not bear to even hear this judgment, much less take the time to decide which parts we will keep and publicize and which we will keep to ourselves. There are no private affairs. And no social network makeover will help us when we are exposed for who we truly are.

 
“’There are no private affairs,’” one of the “bright people” says to the “big ghost” in C.S. Lewis’ The Great Divorce. Believers know the reality of that statement. And it is probably something that everyone really knows, but suppress the truth in unrighteousness. In fact, our culture leads us to believe we can create our own reality. We can fashion all of our affairs just the way we would like our closest 542 friends to see them on our social media account, painting the pictures of our life stories.

But still, there’s something missing. We need approval, accolades, admirers even. As our likes pile up, maybe we are tempted to post according to what we know will pull in the most favorites (In which case, I need to ditch the theological links on Twitter and stick to posting about peanut butter). Still unsatisfied, some people actually stoop to buying likes, or trading off for likes.

Well, it turns out, people still want more. The likes just aren’t fulfilling the currency that we are looking for. This is where the upcoming Peeple App would like to step in. On this app, described as the Yelp for people, you can rate your neighbors, friends, co-workers, and dates with a correlating review. That couldn’t go wrong, could it?

Apparently, the announcement of this app has angered the internet crowds to the point where the CEO, Julia Cordray, is doing some back-pedaling. She has now announced that this is a “positivity app,” that you opt into. No one can create an account profile for you, and you will approve all the reviews before they are posted. However, the company does recommend that you allow some of the negative reviews in to show a more “balanced” profile. You know, because it has to be believable and all. Hmm.

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