I forgot

                                            I Forgot                                                                                                7-1-14

Let me begin by saying that for me cell phones are simply for communication, talking communication. I don’t text and my web surfing is with my computer. Then, ping, a red light flashing, a friend had sent a photo message. It took me a while to figure out what the ping that came through the phone was.  Then it took me more pushing this button and that to figure out how to show the message.  I learned a lot about the phone. I found out that you could go straight to messages by pushing the top left-hand side button and that there was another way to go to contacts.  I found another way to get to “history” and even figured out how to delete unused contacts. It was like finding my way through a maze. One button led to another menu with more choices and options within those that click.

It felt like it could go on forever.

Then….. I found that every time I pushed the green TALK button to make a call all I got was “history”.  I could call my contacts. I could call the numbers in history but I couldn’t call any new numbers.  I went to sleep thinking that my phone is broken and that I have to call the wireless carrier in the morning. Somehow in getting to that picture mail I had “broken” my phone.

 The next day I called the wireless company. The tech department tried to help me with the problem. I explained that when I push the green TALK button all I get is history and I couldn't dial a number. They walked me through all sorts of fixes and then put me on hold to do more research.  While on hold I checked Mom’s phone and it did the same thing.  Oh?  Hummm.  So I dialed a number first and then pushed TALK.  Of course that is how it is done.  When the agent came back on I just said that the “problem“ had fixed itself being too embarrassed to say the truth, that in all my exploration of the phone I forgot how to make a simple call.

This can be like our prayer.  We pray.  We know how to connect with God.  We get useful angel voices all the time and we act on them for good results. We look around us and are awed by God’s creativity and love. We know how to make a direct call to God: listening for the still small voice.  As Christ Jesus instructed us, we enter into our closet, the quite contemplation of God and man as his expression. It works every time.

Then we muck around in a mortal problem. Like my phone, we push this button and that. We make choice after choice from the myriad material options presented to us.  We try this. We try that. We push all the mortal buttons until we forget how to make that direct call to God. Next time I get too involved in pushing mortal mind’s buttons and get lost in the maze of options I’ll stop myself before I forget how to call on God.