About a million years ago, when I was
an apprentice mechanic, a change in life happened. At the company I worked we took
delivery of a new Bedford TK truck, heater and rubber floor mats optional! We climbed into and searched all over
the new shiny toy, like children in a playground. Then someone asked “what’s
that”? Behind the steering wheel where the speedo lived there was a large black,
roundish clock. The foreman informs us in a overly smug way “it’s a tachograph”.
It records everything the lorry and the driver does on a small piece of paper
which is handed to the manager at the end of the working shift. At that point a
driver steps into the crowd of inquisitive mechanics and apprentices and proclaims
“Oh $%£* now they will know everything we do”.
On reflection the tachograph was a
clunky piece of kit that began a new way of tracking; where we are, what we
are doing and what we are not doing. The tachograph was renamed the spy in the cab.It was seen very much as threat to the working driver. Today all this is achieved in a much more sophisticated
way with apps like map my ride, map my walk and even monitor how I sleep.
Yesterday we received an email telling
us our treasured positions were continuing there journey to South Africa (not
all some are locked away now) but here is the thing, the shipping company
supply us with a tracking number and a photograph of the ship our possessions are
on. I look hard at the photo and think I can see my bike! Then I think about
Jesus saying “Indeed, the very hairs
of your head are all numbered”. This statement used to sound to me comforting
but slightly off the wall. But now today I track my bike around the world on boat
I will never see piloted by a captain I will never meet.
I am so pleased my God knows me better than even
the most advanced tracking system and algorithm.
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