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The elevator doors closed and we started the slow climb to the fourth floor.  When’s the last time somebody bothered to point that out?  I thought to myself.  I thanked him.  He got off on the third floor . . . and like a lemming, I instinctively followed him out the door.  Only when the elevator doors closed behind me did I realize that I was on the wrong floor.  I turned,  pushed the button, and waited for the car to return.

In my last blog we talked about Jacob meeting up with his brother Esau. Interestingly God, after watching Jacob deceive his brother and now, as an adult, try to patch up their relationship, decides to change Jacob’s name. 

Why would they want to look at your phone? In order to determine whether or not you were, in fact, texting and driving when they saw you glance at the phone.

Good, some people are thinking. You shouldn’t be texting and driving at any rate. People can–and frequently do–get injured or killed by people who do such things. If you’re texting and driving, you deserve to get caught.