So much about this world around us is advancing into the digital world. Even our bibles are now available in digital format on our phones and tablets.
In many ways I am loving the technology available to me to help me in my walk with God. My church as a great app, Crossroads Anywhere, which allows me to live stream the services if I cannot attend, has a weekly devotional work that is associated with the past Sunday’s message, and keeps me in touch on happenings around the church. I love this app.
I love that the verses of scripture are projected on screens for all to see during the services, along with other things pertaining to the message, and song lyrics. This cuts down on the need for hymnals or other song books, print bibles for those who don’t own one, which really is a cost savings and there is no need to wait while everyone is paging through their bibles to find the passages as we move along.
I love that every book I could want to read, including my bible, is available on my Kindle to go with me anywhere I go, as opposed to lugging books themselves around with me that could get forgotten, not to mention who wants to drag a stack of reading material all around when a Kindle slides right into your purse.
Technology rocks, make no mistake, and I LOVE the devotional apps I have at my finger tips on my phone like She Reads Truth, and First 5, which by the way are excellent.
But NOTHING can replace the feel of my old, leather bound bible in my hand, the sound and feel of those onion paper pages, filled with notes I’ve scribbled in the margins and highlights over verses. Just something about it, holding it, reading it, there in my hands, can never be replaced by technology.