Broken iPhones

It's rare for me to publicly admit to a mistake that causes embarrassment.  Besides, why own up to a mistake if no one else even notices -- right (I know, I have issues!)?

Three months ago, I made one of those mistakes that makes a grown man cry.  Many of my friends know that I am a card carrying member of all things Apple. I love Macintosh!  Moving to the iPhone was the best thing I ever did, but it also created some challenges for a klutz like me.

Three months ago, my headphones were plugged into my iPhone as I jogged on the treadmill at the gym.  I think I was setting a world record for greatest form for a rookie runner (probably not...).  As I hit my stride, my heart was pounding, and my arms were flailing... wildly enough to catch the cord of my earphones and knock my phone onto the treadmill.  

Whack!  Zip!  Bang!  

Those are the noises an iPhone makes when it hits a moving treadmill, and then flies into the wall behind you.

My first reaction was horror... and then shock... and then embarrassment.  

Fortunately, only three people witnessed the fiasco.  Einstein (also known as the guy running next to me ) said, "You should leave that at home... I mean, we come here to get away from those things."  Silly mortal.  No one ever leaves an iPhone behind!

Miraculously, there wasn't even a scratch or dent.  The wise person would have rushed out to the store and bought a bullet proof case.  Not me.  I waited... until I dropped and cracked the screen before I went and bought a case... for the replacement iPhone.

This whole story makes me wonder about broken people.  The longer we work with a church plant of people who have given up on church, but not on God... the more brokenness we encounter.  We're glad that God allows us to work with all kinds of people who need some mending and care.  In the midst of that work, God reminds me of the mending that still needs to be done on my heart.