I find myself intrigued by the rich rituals that have emerged to mourn the loss of Steve Jobs, the cultural icon of our media-savvy, technology-driven times. Most intriguing for me where the images of people gathering in mourning who held up a single lit candle, on their iPads. It is such a strikingly congruent marker to how Steve Jobs has changed deeply embedded practices of everyday life — including those of mourning and of faith.
And yet I wondered, as I prayed this morning and commended his soul to God: what ultimately matters in life and in death? What practices would I want my own dying to yield? I decided to settle for some real candles being lit, and liturgy being celebrated, and works of mercy being done, in my memory. At the same time, if someone where to contemplate a candle on their iPad and breathe a prayer for me — why not?
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