Life could go on without cell phones.
We firmly believe that, but the majority of the population probably doesn’t agree. Many people seem addicted to the contraptions and are almost constantly checking for calls, answering and talking on them while rudely ignoring pre-existing conversations.
Just a year ago, we gave into owning a mobile phone (their initial description), but ours is already an antic compared to the sophisticated ones of our co-workers.
Besides talking and listening on cells, they send message, take photographs, listen to the radio, watch television shows, tape public events, record conversations and we don’t know what all else, but it’s completely beyond our comprehension. We can’t even get personal messages from ours.
When other’s cell phones ring in public, we are often agitated by it, so we generally have ours set to vibrate, and then we’re the only one who knows when somebody’s calling us. However, sometimes we don’t feel the movement, and occasionally we’ve mistakenly switched the button so there’s no notification of incoming calls.
Last week when we looked at our phone while changing shirts, it indicated there was a voicemail. A few days earlier, the gadget had forced us to change passwords. Now, we can’t remember the new secret code, so we can’t listen to the communication. We’ve probably won a million bucks and will never know it.
Anyway, as many nasty remarks as we’ve made and continue to make about the little wireless mechanisms, we too, sad as it is to our pride, have become dependent on them. We left home without ours last week, and all day we were feeling in our pocket for it, thinking about using it and wondering if anybody was calling to buy something.
There’s probably some way we could call our own cell phone from another telephone and check it for messages. Of course, we don’t have a clue how to do that, and besides we can’t remember how to get the darn information out if it is there.
Many people have become so accustomed to using a cellular that they discontinued their landline service. (That’s the old home phone, for the naivetés like us.) The little pocket phones are handier, more sophisticated, often cost considerably less and generally there’s no way for anybody else to look up the number, unless the owner gives it out.
Still, populations did without telephones of any kind for centuries, and they could again. But, some sort of treatment would surely be required for many to live through stress of the broken habit.
It’s all beyond our cowboy thinking, so we remember Colossians 1:16-17: “For by Him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by Him, and for Him: And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.”
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