Forty years ago, a letter took three days to wing its way
from California to north-eastern Scotland. Postage wasn’t very expensive. Transatlantic
phone calls had to go through an overseas operator, who rang back when she had
a clear line and it was ringing. It cost a lot. £1/minute. Those were the two
options for maintaining contact with my family, so my parents wrote to me, and
I wrote to them, every Sunday, and we received the up-to-the-minute news the
following Wednesday.
Today, a letter takes a week or more and may never even
arrive. It costs a lot. I paid over £10 to send a small packet to my mother and
it never arrived. E-mail is free and instant. Skype is free to a computer,
pennies to a phone. I can skype Mom most days. The biggest obstacles are the
time difference and her busy social life!
I haven’t even mentioned WhatsApp, SMS, Facebook, Instagram…
Getting in touch with God hasn’t changed, though. Call out
to me, he invites us. Sit with me. Rest in me. Confess to me. Come away with
me. Listen.
I love you, he says, and it echoes through my heart. It’s
free, and it’s instant. Praise him.
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