The iPhone

The iPhone

On June 29, 2007 the iPhone went on sale for the very first time. It's hard to think of it now, but back then it was only available in one country (America) on one carrier (AT&T) and it sold for a whopping $599 for the 8GB version. As fascinated as I was by the device, I paid little attention to its launch because I lived in Canada so there was no chance I'd own one and was unlikely to see one in the flesh for several months.

My birthday was the day before the iPhone launch and in the run up to my big day John & Carol gave me a series of riddles written on paper stuffed in envelopes as "gifts".

"It's better than chocolate but you can't eat it." 

"It's smoother than a razor."

"It can bark, but it's not a dog."

This would've been weird, save for the fact that both John and Carol were giddy with excitement about something. John has an amazing grin and wonderful laugh when he's being tricky and that week both were in full display every time he'd pass me one of those riddles. On the day the iPhone launched, John and Carol gave me an envelope with yet another piece of paper in it. Fully expecting another riddle, I was shocked to open it and see a photo of an iPhone with "Thanks for all your I.T. help and Happy Birthday!" written on it.

My head raced with excitement, my stomach churned, my mind was stuck and words wouldn't come out. "Is this a joke?" I blustered. It turned out it wasn't a joke. John and Carol had asked some friends of theirs to line up in the States to purchase three iPhones on the day of the launch and then mail them up to Canada for us.

I. Was. Stunned.

You better believe the days between finding out I had been bought an iPhone and the day it arrived were some of the longest days of my life! I remember calling FedEx to see if we could expedite them but given they were bought and shipped on a Friday, the earliest they could get them to us was Tuesday. But oh, what a Tuesday that was.

Looking back, I'm kind of shocked that John and Carol bought three phones they knew wouldn't work in Canada. I remember asking them what we'd do if we couldn't use them. Worryingly, they had complete confidence I would somehow get them working. Remember, these phones wouldn't activate without an AT&T account on a 2 year contract. The iPhones would turn on, for sure, but would stay stuck at a "locked" screen until authorized by one of AT&T's servers. You couldn't even use it as a device sans phone like the iPod Touch that came later. Without contracts and AT&T authorization, John and Carol would have spent close to $2,000 on really pretty paper weights. Undaunted they were confident I could get them working.

Sure! New technology that I had never seen before (nor had anyone outside of Apple's engineers at this point!) with so many unknown variables involved, dealing with an international telecom company that had no services in Canada and with no real experience to draw from. Piece of cake.

Whether it was their confidence and expectation, sheer luck, the kindness of God or a fluke in AT&T's system - I don't know - but within 30 minutes of us unwrapping these stunning little devices we had them activated!

In Canada.

Without an AT&T contract.

I felt like I had pulled of the world's greatest hack! In reality it was pretty simple. As part of the setup of the iPhone, AT&T requested a social security number. When I entered my Canadian social security number, and they in turn tried to look that up against their US database, the system balked and dropped me out of the carrier account setup in iTunes and instead offered me a sort of pay as you go month to month option. After a one time payment of $50 the phones would "turn on" to the home screen and we were good to go. We had thus gotten past the first hurdle and could now use our phones as glorious widescreen iPods with touch controls and internet communication devices. We connected them to the WiFi network in the house and spent the next hour or so exploring the interface and operating system. Using multi-touch for the first time was like magic. It was rare to find something so exquisite in both form and function. The quality of the device in your hand was matched by the software in the device.

But we weren't content! We all hopped in the car and drove to Niagara Falls so we could pick up AT&T's network signal from across the border to test the cellular part of the phone. (While browsing through old hard drives a few weeks ago, I found a video from that day. Look at the joy!)

Of course in a few months time, real hackers had figured out a way to jailbreak the phone and unlock the device so it could be used with any carrier in the world. I remember sitting in the lounge of the London Heathrow Sheraton typing arcane commands into my terminal.app praying I wasn't going to brick my phone. After 20 minutes or so, I had successfully unlocked my iPhone. I popped my UK SIM card into the phone and voilà! I had phone service. In those days, AJ and I travelled all over the world and so we carried SIM cards for the countries we frequented most. We had SIM cards for the UK, Canada, USA, Norway, Iceland, Australia and New Zealand all kept in a tiny little wallet with a paperclip. The iPhone was a perfect companion for world travelers; it was unheard of to have one device with all your information that would globally connect in every country we visited.

The iPhone is amazing. It has proved to be a life saver on so many occasions. It's my Bible, my journal, my music, my camera, my entertainment, my keep-the-kids-quiet-at-the-restaurant device and my wind down tool. It's my link to the outside world, my video phone to family back in Scotland and dear friends around the world. It's quite simply one of the greatest gifts I've ever been given and one I remain exceptionally grateful for to this day.

Which brings us to today. Apple's latest version, the iPhone 6 and 6 Plus, has been released. Millions of people will be delighted, some for the first time, by this incredible feat of engineering and production. But for me, I return to the day after my birthday, seven years ago when I was blown away by the goodness of God demonstrated for me by John & Carol when I got something I wasn't even dreaming for.

What's your iPhone? What is it that you are not dreaming for because it's too impractical and too unlikely. If I know God, He's likely hatching a plan to delight and surprise you in a manner that's perfectly tuned to your heart. Today awaken an expectation for God to be good to you in unusual ways. Happy iPhone day people.

Postscript

The obscure riddles, in hindsight were a tease. "It's better than chocolate but you can't eat it" was a joke at the expense of the LG Chocolate. "It's smoother than a razor" was a nod to the (then) ubiquitous Motorola RAZR. Finally, "It can bark, but it's not a dog" was a reference to one of the alert/ringtones of the iPhone. When John found that ringtone, he played it over and over and over.

Praying for Scotland

Praying for Scotland

Edinburgh at sunset. Yes, this is where I used to live.

Today marks the day where the people of Scotland will be voting to decide if they want independence from Great Britain. Incredible day. People keep asking my opinion, but as I've not lived there for over 10 years, I'm not educated on the arguments for or against. Either way, it's a defining moment and I'm keeping the nation of my birth in prayer today. We'll find out the news tomorrow.

Update: So it's a no then.

California

California

Beautiful time lapse shots from the golden state. Simply stunning.

Heaven Declares

Heaven Declares

Oh you know, just one world class theologian and two outstanding prophets at our church for a weekend in October. Tickets are now on sale. If you can make it, we'd love to see you there.

Quotebook

Quote book bills itself as a "notebook for quotes". If you need a place to store quotes you've heard (including favorite tweets) then I recommend this app. I've been using it for over a year now and today the latest version was released. It's a universal app so iPhone and iPad versions keep in sync with each other. Get it here.

New Podcast: Leadership

New podcast out today all about leadership: what's awesome about leading, what's challenging about leading, what we look for in leaders and how we pick 'em. Listen here.

#SGLretreat2015

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We just finished up our 4 day leadership training retreat! Above you'll see our amazing School of Supernatural Life staff for this year. Class of 2015 we can't wait to meet you!

NBD: Just The Time I Got Invited to Buckingham Palace by The Queen

NBD: Just The Time I Got Invited to Buckingham Palace by The Queen

One afternoon, I was at home studying in my apartment when there was a knock at the door. When I opened the door, the mailman was standing there. Surprised that there was no package in his hands, I wondered what he wanted. He gave me a hand written envelope with a smile.

Even after all these years, it still makes me chuckle that someone at Buckingham Palace had to address mail to "Geek House" the name I gave to the apartment I lived at. Note the Royal cypher: the ER stands for Elizabeth Regina (latin for Queen) - thus Queen Elizabeth the 2nd.

Noticing the Royal cypher on the envelope, I wondered what the letter was about. The handwriting on the front of the envelope could have been my mother's so I was wondering if this was a joke. When I turned the envelope over to open it, I saw the Royal warrant. Intrigued, I opened it.

The Royal warrant.

Inside I found a gilt-edged card with an invitation to Buckingham Palace. Wait, what now? Here it is:

You can see the Royal cypher at the top embossed in gold. The edges of this card are also in gold, but I couldn't get a good photo to illustrate it. Note the custom font used but terrible kerning (e.g. the "r" and the "g" of Edinburgh).

Pretty insane right? At this point, I am not quite sure why I'm being invited to Buckingham Palace but that didn't matter. I was still in a bit of shock. I was thinking, "If this is a joke, this is a really elaborate joke." I looked back in the envelope and found a letter which provided a little more information.

Though the letter claimed the reception was for "young adults...who have excelled in their particular field" I was struggling to come up with a reason as to why I was invited (a feeling I revisited on the actual day when in the company of Olympians, pop stars, actors, servicemen and women and academics). Which particular area of excellence was I being recognized for? Eating cereal? Playing video games? Bad haircuts?

As I read on, there was lots of details: dress code suggestions, time the event finished, don't bring anyone, RSVP details and no photography allowed (so Instagramming the event was out, well that and Instagram wouldn't be invented for another twelve years).

After digesting it all, I did what any Scottish lad would do. I called my mother. She - rather expectedly - squealed with delight at the notion of her son going to visit the Queen. She was less excited when I told her I couldn't bring her unless I went in a wheel chair. I'm pretty sure she contemplated the ethics of that for at least half a second and then reverted back to squealing with joy.

Up until the day I arrived I wasn't quite sure how I got on that list. Upon arriving at Buckingham Palace I was given a little booklet that included the guest list and a floor plan of Buckingham Palace (should I fancy a wander). Next to my name was the phrase "Princess Alice Scholarship Winner". I wasn't quite sure who Princess Alice was but I do remember applying for a grant the year before to fly to California to conduct some research for my final year thesis. I was awarded the grant and thought nothing more of it after booking my tickets to head to Silicon Valley to hobnob at Apple, IBM, Yahoo! and Netscape (Netscape!!!!). So yes, the sum total of my excellence was swanning off to sunny California for a couple of weeks. I kept that quiet while standing next to the guy who was blinded while saving someone from an attack. It turns out Princess Alice was the Queen's mother-in-law. She died in 1969 so was unaware of my California visiting excellence.

Photo courtesy Jimmy Harris, used under license. © Jimmy Harris. Modified for use.

The event itself was impressive. How could it not be? I was in a PALACE with a real life QUEEN. Take a look at some of the rooms we were in. It was quite the thrill to pass through the big gates above into the courtyard and then into the palace. There was a string quartet playing to greet us and then we were given pretty much free access around the state apartments. There was food and drink served (by real life servants!) and members of the Royal Family wandered around greeting people.

Two things stand out to me from my visit. First: the bathrooms were hidden in the walls of the corridors. A servant asked if he could be of assistance and I replied that I needed to visit the lavatory (proper English like). He proceeded to say, "This way sir," and pushed a section of the wall to reveal a hidden door. (There's another cool story regarding the bathrooms, but only guys would understand why it's cool).

The second thing was my slight faux pas. At one point I stepped onto the balcony overlooking the gardens. Taking in the fact that I was a) at Buckingham Palace and b) overlooking their marvelous gardens I spotted something on the lawns below. I exclaimed (to no one in particular), "Oh look! They have rabbits!" at which point one of the staff leaned forward and said, "Actually sir, they are pheasants." Of course. Why would the Queen keep rabbits?

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Addendum

Thanks to the ease of digital storage and my general laziness in tidying up old hard drives, I found my reply to the invitation. Thankfully my mother knew the exact protocol in replying to letters from the Queen. It's a shame she never taught me the difference between a rabbit and a pheasant.


Mr Alyn Jones presents his compliments to the Master of the Household and has the honour to obey Her Majesty’s command to attend the Reception given by The Queen and The Duke of Edinburgh on Monday, June 1st, 1998.
— Reply Sent May 1, 1998