The Signal Never Drops…

I start off Sunday mornings with my 7 AM control Pilates class with Rosie. It feels like a holy ritual all on its own. I started thinking while planking; Jesus was never a Baptist. He wasn’t a Catholic either.

He didn’t show up pushing iPhones or Androids. He showed up with love, scandalous, table flipping, all inclusive love.

God didn’t say, “I only love the iOS users” or “Blessed are the Android faithful.” Those are the parameters people made up, like tech tribes going to war over chargers. Spoiler: heaven doesn’t care if your cable is lightning or USB-C.

Every single person is loved. Period. The tax collector, the prostitute, the doubter, the loudmouth disciple, even the Pharisee who couldn’t stop buffering. Jesus didn’t walk around with labels; people added those later, the way phone companies keep slapping a new number on the same model and selling it like salvation.

So when you hear, “This is the one true denomination,” just remember: God doesn’t care what operating system you are on. His love is eternal Wi-Fi, no passwords, no contracts, unlimited data, and the signal never drops.