I recently went on a business trip, driving after work six-plus hours through the night to get to my destination. Driving through the night can be intimidating. There are no streetlights with only the moon to light the sky. And it is lonely with only the occasional fellow red-eye driver on the road. Not to mention having to fight off sleep and keeping the mind from wandering too far.
Along this long stretch were few signs. And as the miles and hours passed, the signs to guide the way seemed further and further apart. My inner-clock deceived me into thinking that I have been driving longer than the many times I had been on this road before. I began to feel insecure. Did I miss a turn? Did I miss a sign? At night I couldn't see any landmarks to guess at my location or even determine my direction, and I was too tired to trust the miles rolled off my odometer. I just had to have faith I was on the right road, heading the right direction.
Life doesn't have signposts. We're not given directions in advance. And we're often too prideful to stop and ask for directions. Am I on the right road? Am I going the right direction? I think I've been down this road before.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." (Matthew 7:13-14)
The road following Jesus is narrow. It may be scary to look over the ledge while carefully navigating each switchback as you climb closer to heaven. But you are safe. There aren't many other cars on this road, but you're not alone. Thankfully, you don't have to make this drive in the dark of night. You can follow the light ahead of you. And you don't have to know the way. Jesus isn't your co-pilot, he's your GPS.
This post is part of a blog-carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. Our theme this week is "road". Check out other contributors for more road-wise posts.