One of the blessings & curses of being a Gen-Xer is having a basic knowledge of computers. We’re born knowing how these machines work. But at my church you’d think I was the Dalai Lama of computers judging by the amount of requests I get to “fix” someone’s computer.
One recent conversation went like this:
“Hey, Ben, you’re good with computers, right? Can you set our office computers (4 of them) so they can talk to each other?”“You mean a LAN?”
“Um….yeah, whatever it is, can you do it?”
“Sure thing.”
Another conversation several weeks ago:
“Hey, Ben, you’re good with computers right? I opened up my internet [browser] and it’s just a small box. I think I broke it.”
“No, just click this box here.” I click the maximize button and the screen magically maximizes. Oooooo’s and Ahhhhhh’s commence.
Honestly, I like the attention. I’m being recognized for something I’m good at. Never mind the fact that I’m good at being a youth pastor too, I know COMPUTERS!
Today a lovely older lady in the church came to me. She wanted to buy a laptop computer and had some questions. Her first sentence was, “Hey, Ben, you’re good with computers right?” As a side note I’d like to point out that how people know I’m good with computers is beyond me. I don’t go around advertising it. But people obviously must be talking with each other about the new youth pastor who’s good with computers. The funny part is I’m not that good, I’m average. Compared to the real IT guys I’m a doofus. I digress.
Back to the lovely lady who’s in the market for a laptop. Evidently someone had told her that all she needed was to install a wireless card in her computer and she’d have internet access for free by getting it from a satellite. I realized that I had to start with the basics and explain how people connect to the internet. Then I explained what a wireless internet cloud was. I drew diagrams and everything. She caught on really quick too. It feels good being able to help someone understand something better.
All this to say that it’s funny to me how I was hired to be a minister to students but have also taken on the role of the unofficial office IT man. I’m not complaining, though it would be nice to get the same recognition for my madd exegetical skillz.
My son, the unintentional comedian, is learning new words at a feverish pace. Unfortunately he’s not always able to remember which definitions go with which words. For some time now he’s been aware of his and everyone else’s burps. So when he burps or is within earshot of a burp his eyes widen and he exclaims, “
I’m supremely happy that we’ve been blessed with a rambunctious son. I’ve never wished that he was a girl, and conversely if we were ever given a daughter I would never wish that she were a boy. It’s with that in mind that I write about my frustration with the sex discrimination so prevalent in the children’s clothing industry in America.
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