I heard on the news they are now using face recognition technology in airport screening when you are traveling internationally. Basically you stand up to a camera and are photographed and the computer compares your face to the picture on your stored passport information. Once recognized, you are given a pass and do not even need a boarding pass. BAD NEWS, MY FRIENDS, FOR SOME OF US FEMALES!
I recently saw a friend who I had not seen in fifty two years. She did not recognize me and said, "You had black hair in high school, and the red hair threw me for a loop." WELL NOW, next week my hair may be another color entirely. SO, if you are relying on my hair color to be my distinguishing trait, you are in for big trouble. I love changing my hair up--color or style--every month I am open to change. Pretty sure I have been every natural looking color in the book--have not gotten on the pastel boat. If they look at my last passport from eight years ago, I am definitely in trouble. For SURE the color of my hair has changed MANY times in eight years!
AND THEN, there are those days when sleep has evaded me and my eyes have black bags under them. Swollen and blood shot eyes are a definite give away to too little sleep in the world I live in. Will that computer be able to recognize it is still me--just a tired me?
She changed her hair color too---OH NO
Computer will NEVER know who she is!
AND what about wearing hats? I look completely different with a hat on. Or perhaps one has converted to a religion requiring head covering. Will the computer know--OH IT'S HER--and she has converted to Islam or become a nun or opted for the jewel in my forehead of Hindu.
JUST HOW SMART IS THAT COMPUTER? Something tells me I will be holding up the line and the source of great grumbling in the express lane!
One thing is for certain, God knows us--anytime, everywhere--no matter what we look like. He recognizes us from a soul perspective, not merely our outward appearance. There is no running--no hiding--God sees us and recognizes us always. Most of the time, I take great comfort in His recognition--UNTIL I am caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Even when I am disobeying--He knows me and loves me--flaws and all!
I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me