Remember the days when you didn’t dare make a mistake typing that term paper? Because a mis-cue meant re-typing the whole thing? Slathering on the white out was unacceptable.
Remember the relief when they introduced the correction cartridge? Erasing a mistake was as simple as typing over the letters in white. Only we knew what it used to say.
Now we type at will, deleting as we please. No white out. No correction cartridge. Only our screens know our errors, but they have nearly inexhaustible memory.
It’s so hard to believe that One who sees it all, knows it all and remembers it all, chooses not to.
Imagine starting each new day as if it were a clean sheet of paper, scrolled into our typewriter. That everything we wrote was new. Never before written.
Posted on September 29, 2013, in Body, Life and tagged Christ, correction cartridge, corrections, errors, God, mistakes, typewriter, writers, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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