Things That Change

When my grandson was five and spending a week with us he asked if he could call his mom, my daughter, and I said yes.

A few moments later he yelled grandpa this phone doesn’t work.

As I had just used it I knew it did work. As I entered the kitchen of the parsonage I saw the problem. He was pushing the number on the old rotary dial phone that came with the parsonage. William had never seen a rotary phone before. Dialing with all its clicks was amusing to him.

Our phone tech keeps changing and today all I have is a cell phone. I haven’t had a landline in many years.

I am reminded of an old saying that “Change is the only constant.”