A Facebook friend posted this, and I thought it was an interesting perspective worthy of thinking about:
I saw an Instagram reel a few days ago, and I can’t get it out of my mind. It said “realizing that social media is the new roof that David stood on to look at Bathsheba”
I used to wonder why David fell. He’s known as the man after God’s own heart.
But honestly, I get it now because I’ve seen the rooftop and it just looks different now. See, David walked the rooftop. We just scroll ours. He looked down from the palace. We look down from the feed.
When David stood on his rooftop and saw Bathsheba, it wasn’t just about lust, it was about entitlement, unchecked desire, and the illusion of access to someone else’s life. He saw something beautiful that wasn’t his, and instead of turning away, he let that vision take root in his heart.
Today, we don’t need rooftops.
We have feeds, stories, reels, and endless scrolling.
Social media has become the new rooftop where we gaze into other people’s lives. We crave her confidence, his platform, their marriage, that family vacation, those followers, that big house, those kids smiling with no mess in the background. We lust after highlight reels. And just like David, we can start to feel like we deserve what we see, or even worse, that we’re missing out because we don’t have it.
I used to think the rooftop was about lust in a sexual sense. But it’s not, I ts about lusting after someone else’s life. It’s about the quiet jealousy of someone else’s joy. It’s the creeping dissatisfaction with your own calling, your own spouse, your family… your own story.
David’s fall didn’t start with Bathsheba. It started with a glance that turned into a fixation. What starts as a scroll can become a snare. Comparison is the real affair here. Jealousy is the quiet addiction. Discontent is the devil’s echo. And the rooftop? Well it’s still right there it just fits in our palm, glowing in the dark, and buzzes in our pocket.
So be careful what rooftops you stand on. Not everything you see was meant for your eyes. Not everything you desire will bring you life. Are we willing to put the phone down and pick our cross up? Turn our eyes away from their life and return our hearts to the Giver of life. Because the rooftop isn’t gone. It just has WiFi now. And our souls are still at stake.