Praise the name of the LORD;
praise him, you servants of the LORD,
you who minister in the house of the LORD,
in the courts of the house of our God.
I'm finally home from a long weekend away.
Mike has been holding down the fort, keeping kids fed and fairly clean.
This morning, I wandered around the shopping area adjacent to the hotel I was staying in. The morning was new and Starbucks was calling my name. As I stood in line, waiting for the creation of my grande cafe latte non-fat jolt of goodness, a scene on the upper shopping level from where I was standing caught my attention.
It was a line of people, up early on a Sunday morning.
Gathered together, making light conversation, taking in the morning light.
Waiting for the doors of a particular store to open.
Waiting there for a couple of hours before the doors of the store were to open.
Huddled around a familiar icon.
It was the Apple store.
Not scheduled to open for quite a while longer, the Apple patrons were waiting for the lights to come on and the salespeople to come out to the floor. They were gathered and patiently watched, willing to take time on a Sunday morning to stand in line for the chance to enter the store and have all their Apple needs met.
I stood, Starbucks in hand, observing their sojourn.
Reflecting that we don't have the same kind of que for church of Sundays. I can't think of a time I have seen a crowd gathering in anticipation of the sanctuary doors opening. It's not a common sight to see a throng pressing in to come worship and learn and connect.
But on this Sunday morning, there was a church of Apple.
And I saw a subtle attachment. One that rings back thousands of years.
We are not told in the Bible that it was an actual apple that Eve bit into and traded in immortality for knowledge of good and evil. We are only told that it was fruit. But through the years, a shining apple has become the icon for the Fall.
And that apple symbolized man's decision to rely on his own interpretation of information over God's design. And it saddled man with heavy mortality.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not throwing Apple the Computer Company under the bus.
Not in the least.
But I found it so compelling that, while we live in a culture that finds it tough to fill our pews on a Sunday morning, the line-up to get in the Apple store is well populated. Our quest for immediate information and music and entertainment and conversation trumps contemplation and meditation.
The modern apple.
And then I had to turn the mirror on myself. I was taking time away from my family for a little writing retreat for myself. And I was finding it hard to keep the television off and the spiritual listening ears on. I checked news and the clock and social networks. And then I would write. And write a little more.
And then fight the urge to click on media.
A wrestling match of media versus meditation.
Apple and apple.
Where do I line up and wait in anticipation the most?
Apple and apple.