I adore my iPhone.
I know a lot of people with iPhones and truthfully I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love the iPhone. (Well, maybe those people who got messed up with daylight savings time, but I don’t know any of those….) My phone was a gift from my church–a tool to be used by the pastors in an effort to help us organize our plate-spinning lives. And wow, did it do that for me! All of a sudden, my dual life as a full-time mom and a full-time pastor became so much more doable. I could take my boys to the park and still not miss an important email. I could work my calendar waiting in carpool. I could take a picture of this widget I wanted to buy for VBS and send it immediately to someone’s computer for evaluation. I could work on bulletin boards while listening to my iPod and never miss a call, a text, or an email. I got push notifications for weather alerts, school closings, important meetings, and breaking news. I was efficient before, but with my iPhone, I became Super-Me. (Or is that Super-i?) Always on top of things.
Of course I’d be remiss to leave out all the fun I’ve had with the thing as well. Downloading music from a satellite orbiting who-knows-where while driving through West Virginia, just because an old song popped into Orlando’s brain and he wanted to hear it. Games to keep my kids occupied while waiting at restaurants. Networks that allow me to listen to every single Mets game I want to while living buried in the heart of Phillies country. Engines to search anything, any time I want so I always know what I want to know when I want to know it. And of course, the Facebook app that allows me to check up on my friends all day long if I feel like it.
So today, as I sat chatting with my dear friend and boss, I just had to ask the question–is my iPhone mine? Or is my iPhone yours?
He laughed at me. “Your iPhone is yours,” he said.
Well, that ended that question, but it did begin a bunch of others in my head at the same time. Am I really going to need an iPhone living on a Nebraska farm? Would it be worth the expense? For what purpose would I be required to carry the thing in my pocket all the time there? Who is going to need to reach me so urgently? The corn? The cows? Will I even get bars there? Any bars? At all?
And suddenly I was once again faced with the reality that soon my world will get a whole lot smaller. Not less significant or less important, just smaller. My sphere of influence will undoubtedly shrink, and the people who need to get a hold of me so urgently now will have someone else to call. Now I spend a little time with a lot of people every day. Then I am going to spend a lot of time with a few people every day. But at least I will be with the most important few. At least, the most important few to me.
So will I exist if my iPhone doesn’t ring? Probably. But my existence will probably look a lot different from the way it looks today. I guess if that happens, I’ll just have to take a picture of that new me and upload it to Facebook, just to keep everybody in the loop.
Well, if I can find a way to get internet out there…..