I’ve come to grips with my inability to remember random numbers. As in passwords and logins and various other forms of computer minutia that make no sense to me. All I want to do is talk to my devices and have them do what I ask.
That’s called being a tech alien.
I sat in front of my computer the other day, wanting to login to a certain site. And I couldn’t get my email address right.
I don’t have that many.
I understand the idea of security. The concept of protecting who I am from would-be identity thieves who would, for some unknown reason, want to become me. What I can’t understand is why I can’t do this easier. Better. Total access to information that I should be able to connect with. This is, after all, the age of information.
The wild card here is me. I could become more adept at using technological devices if I worked at it. Trial and error. A tutorial. Having someone sit with me and walk me through how to do it. All of which would require me to make a choice to actually do it. And after choosing, I’d have to do the work to learn. To become comfortable with processes. To get to know the systems and how they work. How they can be useful to me.
The next step is mine. My choice. My commitment to follow through.
This Christmas, I’m reminded that this is precisely what God has done for me. Given me full access to Himself. Through the giving of His Son. Complete forgiveness. Lavish love. Being known, cherished and celebrated. The offer is there. The choice is mine.
Seeking God will always be a challenge. The wise men knew that when they chose to make the trip to find the newborn King. Possibly traveling for years, watching the changing constellations, seeking the One they knew would someday rule. Herod asked questions. Said he wanted to know about this King. They gave him full access to what they knew. Not afraid or ashamed to tell him they sought One whom they wanted to worship. And it wasn’t Herod.
“When they saw the star, they were filled with joy! They entered the house and saw the Child with His mother, Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped Him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave Him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. When it was time to leave, they returned to their own country by another route, for God had warned them in a dream not to return to Herod.” Luke 2:10-12
These men made the choice to pursue what they wanted to understand. The Child who would be King. And they persevered till they found Him. Honored Him with their gifts.
Follow through is a choice that I often don’t embrace well. Not just in technology, but in making decisions that are best for me. The more I pursue full understanding of who I am in God, the more apt I’ll be to live my life in a way that I was created to live.
With hope. And full access to God.
I may just get better at technology to boot.
May this Christmas be one where you better understand fully the incredible love of God for you.