The telephone was invented in 1876. At first, telephones were rented in pairs. This made communication between two people up to two miles apart possible. The invention of the switchboard opened possibilities for network communication managed by a switchboard operator. In rural areas where only one switchboard operator could be afforded, a switchboard would be installed in the operator's home so calls could be directed twenty-four hours a day. As the phone became more widely used, there were times when the switchboard operator could not keep up with the flow of calls coming in. This is where we get the expression : the lines are jammed .
I know that many of us on many days feel a lot like the switchboard operator of our own life.
So much is coming in all the time that we’re just redirecting input — the responsibilities, the events, the information, the things we want, entertainment, concerns for others, the news report, the opportunities — we’re just taking input and trying to reroute it somewhere useful. And we can get to the end of a day and hardly untangle the beginning of it from our memory.
I'll have little flashes of my kids eyes looking at me,
something Jess said,
a snippet of conversation,
a couple of things I accomplished.
I might recall an experience of God’s presence and then...
*whoosh* back comes the flood of things I need to get done tomorrow
bills that still to be paid
concerns for my family or friends.
And I’m redirecting calls on the switchboard again.
And we ask ourselves why we feel anxious.
If we don’t look up from the switchboard, how much of real life (what Jesus called the Life that is Truly Life) will we miss?
Join us this Sunday as we consider what peace looks like in our modern age.