Digital ID is a worldwide electronic data management platform designed to know everything about us. It tracks our medical history, social media posts, bank accounts, credit cards, taxes, voting, shopping history, internet search history, and where we go, live, and work, etc.
Putting aside concerns about invasion of privacy, fraud, identity theft, abuse of personal data, and governments seeking to control every move and transaction we make – and, of course, whoever administers the digital ID most likely making a right old mess of things (as usual) – I can see the need for a global “knowing” about people for security and ease of interaction. But can anyone be truly trusted with such personal information about us, and can they really know who we truly are and what makes us tick?
I’m glad, then, that God does, because he surely knows everything there is to know about us that needs to be known, and he certainly isn’t going to abuse it. I can have absolute confidence that he will gear whatever he knows about me for my benefit. Which the writer of Psalm 139 obviously felt too, because in verse 1 he’s thrilled that God knows him. At least someone knows who he truly is and what makes him tick. And it’s not scary to him either. He knows he’s in the hands of a loving, kind and extremely wise data management platform.
“O Lord,” he cries out, “you have searched me and you know me.” Well, at least someone has the time and ability to do that, because who else do we know who can do it? We can putter through years of marriage and friendships and know bits about each other – but a deliberate, investigative, full-blooded search to know everything?
And who but God can know every time “I sit down and get up,” verse 2, and what I’m up to when I’m still or moving around, as well? He’s got it all tracked to the last detail. He even knows “my thoughts from afar.” No electronic ID system necessary, no data tracking mechanism, no microchip in my brain to detect what I’m thinking, no spy in the sky or hidden cameras in phone, TV or computer watching my every move, and no sound detectors in flowerpots and light fixtures to hear my every word. But God: well, he knows “all my ways,” verse 3, and even what I’m thinking before I’ve even thunked it, verse 4.
It’s quite a system God’s got, the dream, I imagine, of any well meaning globalists seeking to protect us from harm, and help us work together more effectively. But God’s already set it up, and it’s working perfectly, so why not tap into it instead?