1975 – Virginia Tech computer lab. A stack of punched cards 9 inches high or higher is in my hand, each with one statement of code. After waiting in line at midnight, I insert them into the feeder for the giant computer. Within a few minutes the printer sends out pages and pages and pages of repeated text —- error — error — error .
It would not even read my name.
Somewhere, along the line, early on, I had made a syntax mistake or some other kind of error.
The computer was unforgiving … and even into the days of DOS and, to some extent, even today, requiring precise language (Thank goodness Google often knows what I mean.).
Truth and precision seem to matter in the mathematical realm.
It sure makes me appreciate grace. Nevertheless …
" You have commanded your precepts
to be kept diligently."
Psalm 119:4 (ESV)
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