FOMO Christians

The choices are FOMO, FLOP or FOMO. Check it out. You’ll see what we mean.

She's falling apart. Thoughts darting everywhere. Jittery toe-tapping. Knotted up fists. Pulse throbbing. It's been almost two hours since getting her last fix. She can hardly focus on the words being spoken to her. She's desperate for another hit as icy terror washes over her.

She knows what she needs ... it's sitting right there in her purse. She's fixated on it. Imagining the escape. Playing that rush over and over in her mind. Finally she breaks and sprints past all of the eyes staring at her panic. She runs to the restroom and plunges into her purse. Sweet release is coming ....

She pulls out her iPhone 5 and scrolls through Facebook posts -- connection. She glances at Instagram -- new "likes" on her picture. Twitter -- information pours through her starved mind. She taps out responses to five texts -- warming relief.

Poor Becky is just trying to make it through her freshman psych class. But it is two hours long! She texts: "OMG! The prof doesn't even give us an e-break, BTW, LOL."