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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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