“Steve Jobs dies at 56.”
As I continued to listen to the presentation of this man’s life and legacy over the airwaves, I started to weep. Tears poured down my cheeks as I listened intently and made my way home.
I’m a hug Apple fan.
Love my IPhone.
On numerous occasions I’ve said, “Once you go Mac, you never go back.”
But even so, my mini obsession for gadgets could not possibly move me to tears over this loss.
So I started to pray and talk to God about the overwhelming emotion I was feeling for this man I’ve never met and know nothing about.
“What is this? Why am I overcome with sorrow because of this man’s death?” I prayed.
“Certainly it’s not because of my phone or computer…it’s not about the gadgets.”
“Lord, maybe it’s about the creativity, the genius and the passion. Is this man Yours? Did he meet You face to face when he breathed his last here on this earth?”
I continued to weep and wonder.
Though I know very little about Steve Jobs, it’s obvious that he’s passionate and outrageously creative. Oddly this all reminds me of how I felt when Steve Irwin died (The Crocodile Hunter). Hunter (my son) loved watching Steve get crazy excited over the crocodiles and creatures – we all did. Because Steve loved the crocs –we did too.