As I've confessed before, my wife drives us home from church and I sit in the back seat with the kids. We do this because we go to a megachurch and until construction of a new bridge is finished, our church parking lot is akin to Mad Max and the Terrordome. Also, I'm a jerk and have the distinct ability to cut someone off mere minutes after hearing a sermon about grace.

I'm not the only one who has a hard time applying the lessons of a sermon once you walk outside of church, but a few weeks...