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							My grandpa does this thing when I visit with him 
							that I never really noticed until recently. When there is a pause in conversation and I begin to 
							glance around the room, when I look back at him, he 
							smiles. While I look for the next topic to discuss, 
							he has not removed his eyes from me. His gaze warms 
							my heart…but also has me wondering, what in the 
							world is he staring at me for? Do I have something 
							on my face? Is he wondering what he is going to have 
							for supper? Or is he contemplating me the way a 
							grandfather does of a grandson, admiring who I am as 
							a person because of who he is as one?
 
 Regardless the reason behind it, it is a feeling I 
							find comforting. His brief smile when our eyes 
							reconnect is a type of blessing for me. It is as if 
							he is saying, “I’m proud of you, grandson.” He gets 
							it. He understands the importance of being present.
 
 The same cannot be said when I am with my friends. 
							Not because we don’t think the world of each other, 
							but because, we are less present with one another.
 
 When I’m with my grandpa, the only competition I 
							have is age and the effect it has on ears that are 
							92 years old. With my friends or other members of my 
							family we are very distracted. Most of us have our 
							cell phones on the table waiting for it to flash, 
							ding, or buzz. And when it isn’t flashing, dinging, 
							or buzzing, we have a tendency to pick up our 
							phones, gazing into the lights the way my 
							grandfather gazes at his grandsons, hoping to 
							connect with someone something.
 
 I wonder, how much do we miss because of technology?
 
 As I caught myself doing this at lunch last week, I 
							did a little research and Googled statistics about 
							phone use. Here is a stat I found in a Time Magazine 
							article that overwhelms me but doesn’t surprise me: 
							The average person looks at his or her phone 46 
							times every day. [1] The article goes on to say, 
							“Although 46 checks per day is the average, that 
							number varies depending on users’ age group. Those 
							between the ages of 18 and 24 look at their phones 
							most often, with an average of 74 checks per day. 
							Americans in the 25-34 age bracket look at their 
							devices 50 times per day, and those between 35 and 
							44 do so 35 times each day. Yikes. That is a lot of 
							unnecessary screen time.
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							Part of what makes Jesus so compelling is his 
							presence with people. Granted, Jesus didn’t live in 
							an age where he could ‘connect’ with people through 
							a cell phone. He did, however, travel around with 
							twelve people who were pretty demanding of his time. 
							Jesus knew how to be with people, how to give them 
							all of his attention, and in doing so, validated 
							their lives and their humanness. People in the 
							Gospels felt loved and knew they were loved by 
							simply being with Jesus.
 Perhaps you don’t have a cell phone and thus this 
							post is irrelevant to you. Or maybe you do have a 
							phone and you have more self-control than the 
							average American. For that I applaud you. For the 
							rest of us, let’s make a promise to pay attention 
							more to those with whom we are dining.
 Turn off the TV with the floating heads in the 
							background, put aside the newspaper you always read 
							during your meal with your spouse, and leave the 
							cell phone in the car the next time you go out with 
							people. Let’s promise that we will do our very best 
							to be completely present to those we share life 
							with. And when there is a pause in conversation, 
							don’t be so quick to look away or find something to 
							say.
 
 Instead, just be with each other, gazing at each 
							other in a way God gazes upon us in all our 
							humanity. The way my grandfather gazes at me when we 
							are together.
 [Adam Quine, Pastor of First Presbyterian Church 
							in Lincoln]
 
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