Two hundred years ago, a man goes down to catch a stagecoach and just misses it.
He asks the ticket agent when the next one will come. The man replies, “Two weeks.” Furious at the wait, the traveler goes ballistic and heads home.
But thank goodness for technology. His son doesn’t have to catch a stagecoach. He goes down to the train station, but just misses it. He asks when the next train will arrive. “Two days” is the reply. He goes ballistic and heads home.
Thank goodness for technology. His son doesn’t have to catch a train. He goes down to the airport only to find that he just missed his flight. He is informed that the next flight is in two hours. “Two hours?!” He goes ballistic. He heads off to the airport Starbucks, orders a café latte, and plugs his noise-canceling headphones into his laptop to watch a movie, fuming at the wait.
But thank goodness for technology. His son just rolls out of bed and goes over to his computer, which reminds him that his download will take two minutes. “Two minutes!” Furious at the wait, he goes ballistic and wants to put his fist through the screen because of the slow connection.
From two weeks to two days to two hours to two minutes—the technology has improved, but the human heart hasn’t changed one bit. Technology can’t fix the fallen nature of man. But we keep trying, don’t we? I am not amazed by how much I know about Scripture, but how much Scripture knows about me. Perhaps this is why the Bible tells us that the eyes of man are never satisfied (Proverbs 27:20). Our trust is in the gospel, which trumps technology.