It's funny, really. Though I can imagine I might have been upset about it earlier in the game. I have been sending out a daily message accompanied by a stellar photograph since 2010. It was important to me not to miss a morning, even with the myriad of events that have blessed those years. Each day it flies out to the inboxes of subscribers, and I hand post it on social media. The latter is a process that only takes a minute, and involves downloading the photo on my phone. But this week my phone's Facebook account locked me out. I knocked and tried to gain entry a dozen times, but the door is still closed. I was able to copy and paste the text from my computer, but instead of a colorful photograph, it is merely the name of  the picture. As if the two are synonymous. 

 

The contrast between an image of a mother and her child, and a string of letters attempting to label it is laughable. The first has color, shadows, depth, and nuance, none of which depend on words to convey a feeling. The latter is simply a label. 

 

There is a song called They Will Know We are Christians By Our Love which suggests that the litmus test for such a christening lies in our behavior. It is kindness that determines our religion, rather than checking a box on a health form. 

 

"What we love constitutes our life, and whatever we love we not only do freely but also think freely. So we say that life is doing good things because doing good things is inseparable from thinking good things. " Life 1, Emanuel Swedenborg

 

I will keep trying to find the magic password with which to mollify my phone. But in the meantime I am absorbing the chance to differentiate between labeling myself and being a living picture of what I subscribe to.