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I had to go back to work this week after being off for a week because of my surgery. I say “had” not because I was forced by a schedule or a boss or any other outside impetus, but by my own workaholic character.

I have discovered that I am a compulsive “jobber.” I have just got to job all the time. In fact I get to feeling often that my job isn’t quite done or tweeked enough and I fly off to the job site (cyber or otherwise) and get to it. In this regard, I am both faithful and sick.

One of the accoutrements of my job is the cell phone. I can be reached anywhere, any time, anyhow, as long as there is coverage. I have learned to turn it off at times when I am father, husband, son, on vacation, or speaking to others. Some do not understand this. In fact, some think this is downright strange. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?” I get this a lot. The implication of this question is that somehow a phone call, cellular or otherwise, preempts all other happenings.

Last Sunday, the preacher was making a point in the service and said, “And God says…” at which point a person’s cell phone goes off and the person ANSWERS IT perfectly timed, “Hello?” That’s right, “And God says ‘Hello?!'” Where is sanctuary (for those who don’t know that means holy place), where is solitude and meditation? We can’t divest ourselves of our leashes to be attentive to God or even the person in front of us without superceeding it with our texting, phoning or some other digital intrusion.

So here I am, back to my beginning. I am bemoaning the fact that I have not had time to share from my heart, perhaps due to some digital assault, or probably from my own over ownership of my job. Heaven save me from my sin. And heaven save us all from our own.

ET doesn’t have to phone home. God is talking and He needs no apparatus but listening ears.

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