Yea…that’s me. I’ve got a brand new machine. It’s tiny. It’s my datebook. It’s my phone. It’s my music player. It’s a camera. It gets email and surfs the internet. It’s a complete little computer with more memory than we had on our first two desk-top computers combined. And I can carry it in my pocket. Not to mention: I’ve got a laptop computer full of bells and whistles connected to the world via a high-speed LAN. I’ve got a 250 Gb portable hard drive that’s not much bigger than the old paper datebook I used to carry. I actually know how to use most of this stuff. I’m thinking about getting tights and a cape.
Until it breaks. Until the network goes down. Until the blue screen of death appears…right before your hard drive (in its death throes) eats all your files.
These are wonderful tools. They are wonderful toys. But that is all they are. Real back-up can’t be bought at Best Buy. The real software of life can’t be downloaded from Microsoft. Real power can’t be crammed into a machine in your pocket…and it doesn’t cost $300 or come with a two-year contract.
“I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” Jesus the Christ. Jesus the gift. Jesus the bread and the wine, the water and the Word, the hope and the joy and the power for our lives.
But you know this already. So do I. It’s just hard to live…and good to be reminded.
