I was perfectly happy living in my barely 20th century world but like Eve in the Garden of Eden, I was tempted and Oh! I bit into that apple - or is it Apple?
Ah yes, so tempting it was! For so long I was Appless without shame but then I saw that the fruit was good and tempting to the eye and useful for knowledge. So slowly, every so slowly I gave myself over and for so long it was good.
It was largely secret. I had a reputation to uphold so when my friends came over I hid my Apple self because I was afraid. But eventually I was won over by the dark side. "Write your homily on your computer," I was told. "You can edit much more easily and store them forever." And I was as anxious to do this as David was to number his people. Thusly was my homily written and then - AND THEN! OH! The HORROR - the Internet at St. Sebastian went dark! I pressed "print" and NOTHING HAPPENED. It was almost time for Mass to start and I couldn't put my computer on the ambo. Or could I?
The trials of that Sunday morning having passed, I thought to watch a little TV and relax.
How far I had fallen! Having finished a book I downloaded some samples thinking that if one of the books intrigued me I would download the rest of it and have something to read Sunday night. But I was banished from the electronic garden of books to crawl in despair on my belly.
At least I could do my prayers.
WHICH I NORMALLY DO ON MY IPAD