Let’s consider a wagon train traveling from the east coast to California during the ‘49er Gold Rush, a distance of between 2,600, and 3,000 miles which took months to complete. No, let’s don’t.
We have just survived a bit over two weeks with no internet and still have no phone or phone number. It’s painful.
Lost communication gives the isolated person the same loss of power feeling as going down the road in a vehicle and having the steering wheel break off in your hands. You can turn the wheel, shake the wheel, or throw it out the window with the same lack of response.
One thing for which I am endlessly grateful is that with God—loss of communication is not possible. We don’t need a phone or internet to talk to the Creator of the universe and to hear His still, small voice. It sounds in the roar of the sea, the breath of the wind, joyful bird songs.
God answers back in glorious artwork in the sky, the majestic rise of mountains, the soft, cold touch of snow, and the light, shadows, and colors of the unique and wonderful world He created for us. We are never sans communication when we open our hearts to God.