Lights Out!

Last night my family and I were all engaged in our own individual electronic pursuits. All of us in close proximity, but worlds away in our own individual internet enabled abstraction. A thunderstorm cut off our power and our internet connection. So lacking the ability to communicate with our far flung internet friends, we were stuck in a room talking to with each other. So we talked about what was going on in our lives. What happened at church this past Sunday, what our friends were doing yesterday, details of the lives of people whose lives are intertwined with our own. Then my son got out his guitar and started singing. Nothing on you-tube compares to the joy of making music with your family. There are certainly better guitar players and singers on line, but they are not sitting in my living room. They don’t share my name and my blood. They don’t compare. I received an early father’s day gift when my connection to the outside world was severed. Preston Stanfield live in concert in my living room.

There is not an app for that.