Yesterday, I had a pretty traumatic thing happen. Now I sure didn’t think it would be traumatic, but when I saw it happen I first had a sense of relief, then the words I’m Free entered my mind. A small jig began to pulse throughout my body, but I quickly held that back. I walked around the house looking to tell my wife only to realize I was home alone. So I waited, and waited, and waited.
So what happened?
MY PHONE BROKE AND DIED FOR GOOD!!!
At this point, you may be saying to yourself “why does he seem so happy about this?” I have had a hate/love relationship with this phone for a while now. My love language is pretty heavily quality time. Smart phones have caused our community to bury our heads into our phones which allows us to build screen walls around ourselves. We miss so many things because we can’t wait to see what someone else did with their day. We miss what is happening around us just because we want to see how many likes we got on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram.
Before it sounds too much like I am on a soapbox, let me tell you that the excited feeling I had lasted for about 45 minutes. As soon as I realized what all I did on this phone a small dose of panic pulsed throughout my body. You see, being the producer of a podcast requires a lot of communication with the other two guys. We communicate to figure out who our guest is going to be, what our topics will be, and when we are going to get together to record. We do most of this over a group text. In addition, some really fun conversations happens with these two jokers. We laugh about comments we got on twitter, and we ask each other how life is going.
When my wife arrived to the scene we started talking about what phone I was going to get to replace the old one. For a while now, I have threatened to go back to a Motorola RAZR phone. I have said things like “I just want a phone, not a computer.” But the thing is, as soon as I have that opportunity, I immediately starting thinking about what I would be missing. I started thinking how much I like to check football scores, or watch the game if I am out. I like reading the news quickly whenever I please, and responding to a quick email if I need to.
I recently read a book talking about how Jesus interacted with people at a table. He sat down with them to have a meal. He was all about bringing people to the table and hanging with them. This got me thinking. What if I lived my life as if I didn’t have a smartphone? What if I took every moment like it is my last? What if I was invested in every single conversation I engaged in? What if I engaged in more conversations?
As life has gone on, I have seen how similar every one of us are. We are all in need of bread and wine from Jesus. We are in no shape to be able to accept the gift of Jesus. But here is the thing, Jesus doesn’t care what shape we are in. He desires we come to the table and we hang with him. My prayer is that I take his example and invite the many to share a meal with my family. Life happens when we go though it with others. May I not take life for granted and approach each day like it is my last, because who knows, it just might be.
Searching for Sunday by Rachel Held Evans