My mom keeps everything. The other day she showed me a recipe book I had made in 1971. It was a second grade project. Each of the students had brought in their mom's favorite recipes and we had combined them to give our moms gifts for Mother's Day. I reminisced about Elementary School days as I looked over the names of former classmates.
I got online and did a Google search for one of the boys. I found that Randy was serving as a minister on staff with a large church on the north side of Atlanta. So I emailed him and we reconnected. Isn't Google amazing? It's been thirty years since I last saw Randy, but when I sought him I found him. (Haven't I heard that somewhere else?)
Now he has his mother's old Strawberry Delight recipe again and I have something to blog about. One of the things I remember about Randy is that his family was one of the first to get an answering machine for their home phone. I can remember calling his home just to hear the answering machine pick up. It was fascinating to me. I don't think I ever left a message. I just liked listening to the recording.
My how far technology has come in the past thirty years. I was ordering a Big Mac the other day and a young man standing behind me with a bluetooth in his ear was talking one second to his soon to be ex-wife and the next to his current girlfriend about who was allowed to come to the little boy's birthday who was standing there beside him. Talk about airing your laundry.
Funny think is, even with all the advances in technology and tools for better communication it doesn't really appear that mankind has advanced that much or is really any better at communication.
On the other hand, you don't need Google to find God; and when you seek Him it's not a recorded message on an answering machine.
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