Finding a cure for textaholics (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 20 2011	Views/Reads: 2712/1855	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly upgraded our lives with cell phones. Up to this time, I just assumed the cell phone was what a prisoner used.

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"No," I fast text back to her, "but it can be arranged." 

I am neither a psychiatrist nor a psychologist but I think my wife has
become intexticated by this new technology. 

I said to her once, "Lay down the cell phone and nobody will get hurt." 

She quickly text me and said, "Touch my cell phone and you die." 

I'm not sure if there is a rehab center for textaholics yet, but I know
someone who should go there. Wait a minute... I have a text coming in. 

"What do you want for supper? Meatloaf or fried chicken?" 

"Fried chicken is fine with me," I text back. 

Now, where was I? Ah yes, a rehab center for textaholics. Wait a
minute... I have another text coming in. 

"Can you pick up a quart of milk at the store?" 

"Okay." 

Yes, a rehab center for textaholics. If anybody knows one you can text
me with the information. 

But then again, maybe being addicted to texting isn't all that bad.
After all, it facilitates keeping in touch with someone without 
actually having to talk to them. That can't be all bad. 

It still does not trump God's ability to keep in touch with us. I like
what the prophet says, "And it shall come to pass, that before they 
call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear" 
(Isaiah 65:24 KJV). 

I think God has texting beat, thumbs down. 


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