At MIT they’re experimenting with touch. That is, GPS guidance for your driving experience by vibration through sensors attached to your skin.  Skip the visual and auditory distractions, a tickle tells you to turn right or left.  That’s cool! And, they suggest, a possible option for the vision or hearing-impaired.

Touch sensation is an unsung hero for sure. Kinesthetically speaking, it’s key for me. Samantha, a 17 year old golfer I enjoyed watching this week, reminded me of this. She hit chip shot after chip shot to the practice green. Hitting, watching, adjusting her hands. Hitting, watching, adjusting. She plays by feel.

It’s all in the hands. Her only connection between body and golf ball was the club she gripped. The transmission between implement and implementation was in her hands.

Am I guilty of waiting for God to put something in my hands when what He intends has been placed there already? Not to be grasped, or acquired or even set in my hands. But already there, within them? Is that tingling sensation a God-sense?

What a gift, touch. To be able to touch someone with the gift in my hands. Not to awe or amaze, but just to touch. Is it such a stretch to think God might guide me by just such a mechanism?