“They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds.”
-- Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus
I will frankly admit to a fascination with Apple products -- not the kind you slice, but the kind you swipe. This fascination began innocently enough when my daughters Katerina and Gabriella bought me an iPod for my birthday a few years ago. I was amazed to discover that I could fit my entire music collection into a device no larger nor heavier than a matchbook. Soon thereafter, I bought an iPhone, thereby rendering my iPod -- and in many ways my computer! -- obsolete. However, it was when my daughters once again turned to Apple for inspiration and gifted me with an iPad last year that my fascination was complete. I can pay bills, search online, read email, newspapers and books virtually anywhere (as long as there’s WiFi!) And, I know that I’ve barely scratched the surface of what my tablet can do. Indeed, you might say that my fascination has turned into addiction!
However, there is a danger that accompanies such a fascination -- a fascination I suspect you share with me. It is that in turning to technology for many of our answers, we turn to technology for all of them. Siri cannot speak to the struggle of good and evil. Google Earth cannot hover over the Kingdom of Heaven. Microsoft cannot make sense of man’s purpose and place. To where, then, can we turn? In what, then, can we believe? At this festive season of the year, my dear reader, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for Christmas -- as my dearly departed Dickens might have written!