For all the poking fun about Siri being dumb, or Podcasts for years refusing to stay in sync...
When I bought my first Mac in the early 2000s (12ā PowerBook G4), it changed my life. It became a hobby and computers were fun, not just a tool. I used it to make videos of our wedding rehearsal and little things like that. I worked 3rd shift during that time while also going to college, and that little machine in that big bulky Brenthaven case was like a friend to me.
And personally, it changed my ministry. (Though I wish I could go back and tweak what I said and how I said it sometimes in my zealous youth), I was a kid in his early 20s with a $50 microphone, SoundStudio from FeltTip, with no experience in anything digital. Yet, I figured out what an xml files was, recording some 15 minute local radio shows and turned them into podcasts, submitted them to Podcast Alley (before iTunes was ready for the format), and a few dozen people around the world listened and let me know how I said what they needed to hear at just the right time.
For many reasons, I miss those years. Just like the Mac, Iām entering midlife. But when I was about 21 and Mac was about 21, it reminds of the song, āThose were the best years of my life."
Happy birthday, Mac. I canāt imagine my life and ministry without you.