I just bought a new computer… well, new hard drive, tower, column, whatever. The nice young man who installed it wore a great amount of cologne/after shave/perfume. Since I am quite sensitive to smells, I had to quarantine the room, run fans & air filters all night, and have a flare-up to boot. Needless to say, I scooted the youngster out of my house as quickly as possible. Lucky him. I prayed that God would somehow make my office habitable again, and He would also control my sensitivities. Aside from the headache, I believe my prayer was answered.
Now for the trauma! I open up email, there are no addresses AND I have to enter something under POP3, for which I haven’t a clue. All my desktop items are gone… I run my life on my desktop because otherwise I can’t find myself. Where is my new, about to be published book? Where are the over 50 bookmarks/favorites I saved on my Internet Explorer? Where am I?
I feel as if I am in a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean, no boundaries except the horizon, no land in “site.” This must be what someone feels like who doesn’t know Jesus Christ and has a chronic illness—lost in a sea of confusion concerning diagnosis, treatment, and life-style changes. I often wonder how anyone could go through life without the God of creation walking beside them. How utterly alone they are.
I am not alone and will not have to stay in this empty, vast unknown territory called the Internet. I have friends who will guide me out of this quandary; but how lost I would be without them. And who is the best friend anyone could ever have in their life? Jesus Christ! God’s answer to all the dilemmas in which we find ourselves, even the ones on the super highway called the Internet.
May you remember all your passwords, find all your documents in the places you thought you left them, Google your way to helpful sites, meet all the wonderful people out there and none of the dorks & sickos, and knock yourself out playing computer games. When the cursor disappears, documents get lost in the Ethernet, you’ve lost yourself in a maze of unknown sites, and you receive 100 spams a day, just remember that God created perfection and man created the computer.