I picked up my boys from their week-long tour at Summer Bible Camp and began the two-and-a-half hour drive home.  For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why they were so grumpy.  Sure, they were tired, but this was a deeper grumpiness.

Soon I realized it.  The boys were upset that I forgot to bring their tablets along for the ride home.  They were captives.  With me.  In the car.  For over two hours.  No electronic devices.  Torture.  Pure Hell.

Sorry, kids.  I’ve got bad news for you.  After the resurrection, Jesus didn’t hook up the Apostles with Wi-Fi and his return trip won’t come via the internet.