So yesterday, in the always interesting world of “one thing leads to another,” this happened. To be honest I’m not entirely sure that I’m on board with all the technology, but I do at least plan to play around with it and find out if an Apple Watch is a good thing; or if I should – instead – wind up one of my dad’s favorite watches and “turn the clock back” so to speak.
It all started with Rebekah’s phone. It has been randomly shutting down, losing data, and – most importantly – refusing to interface consistently with her blood glucose monitoring device.
Meanwhile, I have been watching our monthly mobile bill inch up until it eventually passed a particularly disheartening ceiling.
“This is a good opportunity,” I said, “to take our daughter Naomi’s advice and check in with T-Mobile and see what they can offer.”
They were remarkably helpful. Now Rebekah has a new phone, we’re both on a new plan that looks to save us $75 a month, they threw in some goodies and rebates, and they actually paid us to “port” our existing numbers from the previous carrier.
Then – and this is the part I’m not sure that I’m going to embrace or not – they gave us both Apple Watches to further complicate our lives with unnecessary technology!
Rebekah’s watch is still in the box and may well be for a long time. But I have mine on, synched up with my iPhone, and in the process of possibly making my FitBit redundant.
Meanwhile, and to keep me firmly rooted in the ancient practices that continue to define my spiritual life as markedly analog, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs this morning and spent a few moments gazing at the Christmas Tree.
The Magi, seeking truth with wisdom and patience; a young family striving to be faithful to God’s promises; Shepherds, taking care of their sheep on the hillsides; angels on a mission to share good news; a helpless baby, born in a manger.
They were all there. They are all here. The story is alive and powerful. The moment – sitting on the stairs and tying my shoelaces – will sustain me all day.
In love, and because it is love that is telling us this story – DEREK