Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1, ESV)
I confess...I am directionally challenged. My car has numerous maps tucked in different compartments, I have GPS on my ‘smart’ phone and one of our vehicles has a compass right in front of me. Yet, I get lost. A lot.
Wisdom seeks counsel. I must be an idiot. I’d rather drive ten miles in the wrong direction, turn around, drive another fifteen in a cross directions before admitting ‘defeat’ and asking for help.
I recall once when I had moved back to my old home city and was venturing for the first time in ten years into the downtown core...nothing looked familiar. Childhood landmarks were gone, the banks of the freeway had been built up and no visual markers could be found. Frantic, I called a friend who had never lived in my city, but was my ‘first call responder’ and I took the next exit available in order to pull over and wait for directions. The street was dark and the alleys darker. I was a sitting duck...
Patiently, in a matter of minutes, by giving him the cross streets, he plunked me into a Google map and had me on my way. I was not a victim of menacing marauders after all.
I’ve since learned how to properly use the GPS on my cell and the sweet voice of ‘Vivien Kensington’ (that’s the name we gave her) efficiently gets me out of all sorts of pickles.
What a great tool this global positioning service...
Often I wish I had an app on my cell that I could open and plug in my life situation: where I am and where I want to be, and with one touch, receive detailed instructions on what to do next. To hear a soothing voice tell me they know where I am, and they’ll get me where I need to be.
Okay, so you know where this is going. We do have someone we can call. His Word gives us instructions, and the Holy Spirit will direct our lives. As we navigate through roads full of blind spots, where dark streets and corners threaten our sanity, call on Him. He’s got it all dialed in...He’s waiting. Recalculate your life.
