I’m taking a big risk today, living life on the wild side, throwing caution to the wind, and doing something absolutely crazy. I took my precious cell phone out of its case and left the house with it unprotected. That’s right. As I write this, my cell phone is sitting on the table at Wendy’s with no case, no rubber cover, not even a screen protector. It’s wierd. I feel vulnerable and liberated at the same time. The screen is so smooth and bright. The phone feels so sleek and light in my hand. It slips in my pocket like it’s coated in butter. I love it.
Do you ever think about how strange it is that we shop for the sleekest, nicest aluminum-framed bright-screened phone then promply engulf it in a giant rubber encasement and a screen dulling plastic film? We do it because it’s precious to us. We don’t want to damage it. So instead, we don’t allow ourselves to enjoy half the qualities that made it precious to us in the first place. It reminds me of Ecclesiastes.
I’ve been reading the book of Ecclesiastes lately, and I think it could be summarized like this: Cell phones wear out. All cell phones break sooner or later. Enjoy it while you have it. Make the most of it. Use it to the max. But treat it like it belongs to God, because it really does. And look to God to provide something even better when this cell phone dies.