Jeff and I went to church last night. Christmas Eve.
We both pray, say Grace at meals, believe. But church is a Christmas event for us. That’s my fault. Or should I say, that’s because of me. I believe God is personal. God’s between Him and me. It’s not a place. Not in a building, at least. If it’s any place at all, for me, it’s in my heart. But on Christmas Eve, I like to go to Church. I like the singing, the message, the candles, the smell of incense, the poinsettia plants blanketing the front of the pulpit. It’s peaceful, yet jubilant. Well, it is until the girl sitting in the pew behind you starts tapping away on her iPhone. Click, click, click, click, click, click, STOP!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Your iPhone?
Now don’t get me wrong. I love, Love, LOVE my iPhone and forget my iPad. I don’t know how I got by without it. I eat, sleep, drink Apple. But in church? Cut me some technology slack! You’re in church, Missy! You talk to God! You don’t text your friends, or play Words with Friends, or friend someone on Facebook. You’re ‘friending’ God!
I’m trying to belt out a half way decent rendition of Silent Night, and she’s tap, tap, tapping away. I tell myself, “Keep singing, woman. Ignore the girl behind the iPhone, and keep your eye on the prize. Jesus in your heart.”
I got through it, like I knew I would. But it was hard to ignore the girl behind the iPhone.
Let me be the first to say, iPhones ROCK! But, not in church. Everywhere else. But not in the middle of a Christmas medley. God Rest Ye Merry Apple Products in church. OK?