Technophobe?

Well, I've finally, sadly joined the ranks of the cellularly enabled.

I think I got my number out to most of y'all. If you don't have it and want it, drop me a line and ask me for it.

I'm not sure how I feel about theoretically being able to be reached by phone 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. But then again, noone says I have to turn my phone on all the time, or even answer it when it rings. I still get to decide how and when I choose to make myself available. Is it selfish to want to be able to disappear off the communications grid from time to time? Maybe I am still rebelling against our impatient culture that wants immediate gratification and everything and everyone at their instantaneous beck and call.

Maybe a small part of me wants other people to have to work a little to get a hold of me, and to have to put a little more time, thought, and effort into how they reach me, when they reach me, and what they say when they do. Isn't part of the beauty of relationship that subtle way we negotiate even the minor terms of our interactions? Isn't part of what makes us feel desirable the lengths the other is willing to go to in order to establish communion with us, and the intentionality and consistency of their efforts to do so?

I'd better be careful though, for this is a sword that cuts both ways -- forcing me to evaluate my own life and relationships and the extent to which I engage in reaching out toward others.

Quick Post

Yo.

I'm back from the Northwest. Had some good times with family in both Portland and Seattle. Helped with a VBS for a few days that happened to be running the week I visited my brother and sister-in-law. I also got to see my niece who happened to be visiting from London the same time I was out.

For the record, I don't believe in cooincindences, and whatever waning belief in them that may have been hiding itself in some dark recesses of my mind has been greatly diminished by the way my life has "fit" together these past few weeks.

Sometimes the pattern and shape of our lives is confusing and hard to see. Other times the curtain is lifted a little, and we are allowed to look back on it so that we are able to see the seamless perfection of the pattern that is being woven into it. This gives a lot of comfort when the way forward is none to clear.