The days are darker and the nights colder as we head toward mid-December. I’ve been sitting in the family room skimming through pictures that we have in photo albums. It seems that photo albums, like many ofter things that were at one time regular parts of the home are becoming a thing of the past as the digital transformation makes its way into our homes. This year, for the first time, I am turning the lights of the Christmas tree on and off using an app on my phone.
They call this the Internet of Everything – my caps – and yes it seems there is an app for almost anything. Can I say I love this! It’s quite amazing to see what can be done.
At any rate, in line with that, we’ve ordered a few things online this year, and of course, it’s quick and easy. But we keep seeing retailers dropping by the wayside as technology continues to replace jobs, ie. self check out, self-serve and robotics! Just ask GM workers.
But of course that’s not what Christmas is really all about… and we’ll be home this year for the celebration. I hope there’s a toy under the tree!!
Phil and Amanda put a landline in the house so that Carlyle, now 5 years old, can call. She loves to answer the phone or pick it up and she’s a naturally chatty and joyful little girl. I was thinking about the kids who will likely never see a landline in the future or will not be aware of the rapid development of communication that has happened over the past 25 years.
I stumbled across this little ad and smiled at the relevance of its day.
And one more image just to let you smile…
This past week we attended the funeral of Aunt Dorothy. She isn’t really my aunt, not a sister to any relative, but has been my Mom’s best friend for over 60 years so she’s been like an aunt.
Pictured here is Uncle Ted and my Dad in a picture from…well the 1950’s! They were stationed together in Winnipeg after Training College and got along so well they were friends until Uncle Ted passed away, just a year before my Dad did. Our paths crossed with the Browns in many ways over the years and strangely enough both of their daughters have worked for me. Their son Ted has been a life long friend though we see little of each other these days.
Attending funerals is an interesting activity. I find myself joyful to see friends and family who we rarely see and reminded of why we are together. Of course, the Christian also rejoices if their friends have been people of faith and we know “they are safe in the arms of Jesus”. That saying seemed so corny to me as a kid, but with age comes the recognition of truth and that is one that really resonates. The other aspect of funeral attendance is listening to people talk about who has died – in this case, listening to family and friends talk about the impact Aunt Dorothy has had on them.
I think many of us are sitting there asking ourselves, if this was my funeral, what would people say? It’s a time, to be honest with self and before God. Without a doubt living brings about some regret, some reason for rejoicing and some sense of question – how did I do? That’s why the Scripture is so reassuring with the promise of forgiveness, and eternal welcome – “Well done, good and faithful servant”.
So if I seem more retrospect these days I may be thinking about my own life. What about you?