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Steve Jobs’ obsession with excellence, beauty, and precision wasn’t corporate greed—it was reverence. Every curve of an iPhone, every intuitive swipe, every unboxing ritual screamed a truth modern Christianity has forgotten: God deserves our best, not our leftovers.

The God who spoke galaxies into existence didn’t call us to make trash. He called us to mirror His creative fury—to build masterpieces that declare His glory in every pixel, chord, and syllable.

The Sistine Chapel wasn’t rushed. Bach’s Mass in B Minor wasn’t a cash grab. They were acts of worship forged in the fire of obsession. That’s the standard.