By Lois Hewitt

Writing on a phone just isn’t the same as paper and pen or the feel of an old typewriter.  I write all my posts on my phone, hence all the autocorrect misused words (that’s my story anyway!) but somehow it’s just not the same.

In my youth I had notebooks of long diatribes emoting all my teenage angst. Page upon page of handwritten sadness and longing. Then I got a used typewriter.

On the typewriter I created my greatest (and only) piece of fiction…my resume. At 20, I had nothing to put on a resume yet I had a whole page. Definitely fiction.

Then came my first computer which I could never get to work properly. I was computer illerate even in my youth.

Now I write on a phone.  Who would have thunk it!  I appreciate the ease in which to write. Plus the fact it gets published. My old writings never another eye saw.  They ended up in a huge bonfire, never to exist again.

I hate technology but I appreciate the few things I can do. I can carry my entire library and album collection in my purse.  All my photos are also carried with me. My recipes, movies and more are in my hand right now.  How amazing is that?

There is one thing I won’t trade for electronically. My Bible. I do have an electronic version on my phone but alas it is not the same.

The way pen takes to paper can never be duplicated with any electronic. The feel, the smell, and the emotion that is tied to actual writing is a feeling unto itself.

The same with my Bible.  It’s old, so it has a unique odor.  The pages are thin and worn.  The cover has tape on the spine to keep it from tearing anymore.  Some of the writing I have done in the margins has bled through. It is a mess, but oh how I love it.

A while back I bought a new one.  It was pretty and fresh. But it had no humanity.  My old Bible is an actual part of me. Tear stained, it is.  Full of angst, fear and, most of all, hope.

I can write okay on my phone, but it’s not the same as with pen and paper.  I can read God’s word on my phone, but it’s not the same when I read the Word with my old, worn friend.

Times change.  Things get easier (or so they say).  It seems some of the convenience we have today is a little soulless. Missed are the days of stained recipe cards.  The smell of an old book.  The feel of a magnificent pen in hand. 

I embrace this new technology but only to a point. I often think if I had to hit the road  and live in a cave (things my mind thinks) my old Bible would be my only comfort.

Technology is cool. But the old things are still even better!