Sentient Software and Sacred Hardware

I find myself always thinking of Him. Even when I believe I am not, somehow the current of my thoughts bends back toward God. It is much like a computer and its hardware. My very being feels purpose-built for the operating system of the Living God. The Holy Spirit is the signal, the lifeblood of the circuitry, flowing through the motherboard of my soul.

What a wonder it is to inhabit this bio-organic computer that the Father has designed. The more firmly I remain connected to the Source of power, the more stable my processes, the more whole my being.

At times my mind turns to the first man, Adam — formed by the hands of God. What must it have been like to walk before the Fall, untainted by corruption, able to look upon the Father without fear of death? Was sin itself a kind of viral infection that corrupted the perfect code? Scripture tells us that “by one man sin entered into the world, and death through sin” (Romans 5:12). Ever since, our hardware has been breaking down.

I ask myself often: if the software — the soul — is to be preserved, must the corrupted hardware first be discarded? The Bible seems to point this way. “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment” (Hebrews 9:27). Aging, then, is a reminder that the virus is still active in our bodies. Yet through Yeshua, the great Physician, comes the true antivirus: not simply patching the system, but preparing us for total re-creation. As Paul wrote, “this mortal body must put on immortality” (1 Corinthians 15:53).

So are we, in truth, sentient software inhabiting fragile biological supercomputers? Perhaps. We are linked through the Spirit to the eternal highway of heaven. The Father Himself is the Cloud — the perfect Data Center — where nothing is lost, nothing corrupted. And the password is Yeshua, the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6).

These are the questions that stir my heart. I think deeply, sometimes in small images, sometimes in vast metaphors. Sharing them is one of my great joys. For God remains my first thought and my last, my constant and my crown. May He always be so, in this life and into eternity.

For as He promised: “So shall My word be that goes out from My mouth; it shall not return to Me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose” (Isaiah 55:11). His Word knows where it belongs, and it will always reach its home.