Most of us do not like change. We get comfortable where we are and lose our sense of adventure and exploration. We keep the same job, the same friends, the same house, the same favorite restaurant, the same vacation destination, the same exercise routine (if we have one at all). Recently, when Cracker Barrel announced that it would change its logo, customers rebelled.

The company saw severe backlash over its plans to modernize and simplify its nostalgic logo, an overall-clad man—said to represent Uncle Herschel, a relative of Cracker Barrel’s founder—leaning on a barrel, with the words “Old Country Store” underneath. When stocks fell, the company reversed course.

I get it. Change is hard. New technology brings with it the word “Smart,” and that adjective alone makes my blood pressure rise. When Dave and I bought a house in Las Vegas, we had no idea what angst a “Smart House” would bring us. We had to hire a technician to teach us how to turn on our television, and when the thermostat needed adjusting, we considered selling.

Yesterday, in my classroom, I needed to show a Power Point on my television. First, I had to “mirror” my laptop to the t.v., insert the code the television gave me into my computer, and go from there. I had written down the steps preceding the “mirror” part, but something went wrong. The little circle thingy kept spinning—not something students want to stare at for 52 minutes.

I walked across the hallway to ask a seasoned teacher for help. He apologized but had no idea. He, too, was of the “old school” and found all the new techniques draining. Thank goodness, another teacher (a younger one) offered to help, and after he turned my laptop off-and-on a few times, it did what it was supposed to do. (Where is a chalkboard when you need one?)

Mind you, a month before school started, I spent most of my days designing clever power points for my lectures and downloading (uploading?) them onto a thumb drive. Searching the internet, I found funny photos to complement my lecture. But something happened when I inserted my thumb drive into the school computer. Of course, I didn’t know that until I started my lecture and photos were upside down, on their side, or covering my words. And yes, I probably should have checked that out ahead of time instead of assuming…well, anything.

Yesterday, in theater class, I was showing highlight clips with Harvey Korman and Tim Conway. Suddenly my screen began projecting a physics’ lecture. My students told me that sometimes the airway paths of two classrooms get confused. Physics vs. comedians. What a breath of fresh air for those physics’ students, I thought. The point is, technology is moving fast. And I’m not. I miss the good old days.

So did the Pharisees. They had their laws (613 of them!), and by golly, no one was going to dictate to them that, perhaps, there was a better way. Certainly not some nobody from Nazareth. When “an eye for an eye” became “turn the other cheek,” enough was enough! Everybody knew that obeying the laws was the ticket into Heaven, so who was this 30-year-old, parable-speaking man, telling the crowds that he was the only way? That answer became clear with the miracle of the resurrection.

If ever a change were worth adopting, I vote for that one.