I’m a Cyborg
Year by year, more of ‘me’ is being replaced by technology. The lenses in my eyes are artificial. My ears need mechanical aids. I breathe at night with a Darth-Vader-like mask. And more. And more.
I wonder if soon, I won’t be recognizable. Or if I will stop going to the doctor, but instead visit the mechanic for a tune-up.
Maybe, though, it is a good way to understand the process of growing in Christ.
The broken parts of me are gradually being replaced.
My anger is replaced by Christ’s patience. My greed is replaced by Christ’s contentment. My lust is replaced by Christ’s love. My lack of God-focus is replaced by Christ’s adoration of His Father.
It is even a better picture than I first hoped. Because while I SAY those things are changed… where they ARE changed is not really Me. It is Him. Just like those mechanical bits and pieces are not really ME. But they are General Motors, or IBM, or Robotics Are Us.
And my pride doesn’t like the need for replacement. Just like my pride doesn’t like the need for Christ. And the replacements are not really ever complete, because technology improves. Just like my need for Christ is not completed, because not only do I keep needing Him, but the more I know I need Him, the more I know I need Him more.
Maybe I like my replacement parts more than I thought.