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Real Answers™
Copyright: ©2007 James J. Jackson
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By: James J. Jackson

My wife, Donna recently provided me with a great lesson in faith.  After resisting jumping into the cell phone craze for quite some time, we both purchased cellular phones, figuring that, in these times of changing social mores, it might be a good idea to get cell phones for peace of mind and convenience.  

Donna often travels over the highway to visit our daughters in other cities, and she is often out and about alone, so, it seemed like a good idea to have them in case of emergency. My phone became very useful in my business, which required me to visit different cities to service my retail locations.  

Before long, what seemed, at first, like such a waste of time and money became a necessity.  If I left home without my cell phone, I would double back to get it.  If Donna could not reach me because my phone was turned off, it would cause her to worry about my well-being.  My daughters would automatically call my cell phone if they could not reach me at home.  I eventually labeled my cell phone ‘my leash’.  

Whenever we visited the cell phone store, the employees would try hard to get us to upgrade to newer phones.  Eventually, I caved in and upgraded to a phone with more bells and whistles. Donna, on the other hand, refused to give up her original phone.  She knew everything about that phone and had no desire to try to learn how to operate a new one.   

Each time her phone malfunctioned, I was the one who had to take it to the phone store and face the humiliation.  Invariable, a young clerk would exclaim,  “Wow! An i1000!  I’ve heard about these dinosaurs, but I’ve never seen one!”.  I understood that, to a person who is about twenty years old, a seven-year-old cell phone has been around about one third of the clerk’s life, so, it‘s all relative.  I did think it was a little excessive to call other clerks to show the ‘relic’ to them.  

The employee would advise me that my wife really should upgrade, because the ‘sim; card may not be supported by the company much longer, and they may not be able to retrieve her data if she waited too long.  I would dutifully call Donna, already knowing what her response would be,  “Have them fix the problem and bring my phone back!”.  

One Friday evening, after arriving home from work in a heavy rainstorm, Donna accidentally dropped her cell phone beside the car.  It rained all night, and when we found the phone the next morning, it was thoroughly soaked and totally dead.   I took the phone back to the phone store, and was told that this time, there was no hope for the poor phone.  The memory was fried, and all circuitry was destroyed by the moisture.  

I called home to deliver the bad news.  Donna said, emphatically,  “I don’t believe them! Bring my phone home. I don’t want a replacement”.  I know it will work. I dutifully took the dead instrument home.  My daughter had told her mother that a water-soaked cell phone can be revived by placing it in a bag of dry rice overnight, which was about the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard.  When I refused to be a party to this madness, my wife said,  “Get the rice and get out of my way!”  She would do it herself.  She sealed the dead phone in a bag of rice and left it on the table.  She loved her phone and trusted that it would be okay.  

The next morning, I removed the phone, pressed the ’On’ button, and it sprang to life, the display shining brighter than ever.  All of the data was intact, including the programmed phone numbers.  I was shocked (Donna was nice enough not to gloat).  The people at the phone store were amazed.    

The scenario reminded me that God wants us to have that kind of faith and trust in Him.  The Bible tells us in Proverbs 3:5,  “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding”.


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