Finding Your Way Home
One of the fun things I like to do is go for a drive and get lost on purpose. I won't use my GPS, and I turn my cell phone off. I just start driving. My motto is, "Wherever the road takes me." I avoid major highways. I'm talking about side roads, driving through neighborhoods I have never been in before. I just drive—a turn here, a turn there—and before too long, I am lost. The great part is finding my way home. If I don't get turned around, I use my internal compass: East, West, North and South. I have another motto that kicks in: "All roads lead to Rome." I figure I will get home eventually. Only as a last resort will I stop and ask for directions. Along the way, I have certainly seen interesting things—beautiful neighborhoods and some that are not so beautiful—always hoping to find the quickest way out. Being lost is pretty much the way in which I have lived my life.
I recently attended a series of baptisms. We were asked the question, "Do you remember your baptism?" I remembered, I was 9 years old. It was during Vacation Bible School, and I remember accepting the Lord as my Savior. Everyone was overjoyed by this event in my life. I was baptized in the Stillwater River near West Dayton, Ohio. I don't remember much more than that it was really cold. There was no magic. I went on and lived my life. I only went to church because my parents made me. Another way of putting it is, "I lost my way but found what the world had to offer."
Even with all the worldly experiences I have had, God guided what was once a 9-year-old boy home. While I may have gotten myself lost, He always knew where I was. Thankfully, I finally listened to Him as He gave me directions. We all get lost from time to time. Just remember, even in your darkest moments, when you are desperately trying to find your way, He is standing by, waiting to provide you with guidance and a helping hand. In His eyes, you were never lost. He will find you wherever you are. That is His promise from the Cross.
Just a Thought, Not a Sermon
I recently attended a series of baptisms. We were asked the question, "Do you remember your baptism?" I remembered, I was 9 years old. It was during Vacation Bible School, and I remember accepting the Lord as my Savior. Everyone was overjoyed by this event in my life. I was baptized in the Stillwater River near West Dayton, Ohio. I don't remember much more than that it was really cold. There was no magic. I went on and lived my life. I only went to church because my parents made me. Another way of putting it is, "I lost my way but found what the world had to offer."
Even with all the worldly experiences I have had, God guided what was once a 9-year-old boy home. While I may have gotten myself lost, He always knew where I was. Thankfully, I finally listened to Him as He gave me directions. We all get lost from time to time. Just remember, even in your darkest moments, when you are desperately trying to find your way, He is standing by, waiting to provide you with guidance and a helping hand. In His eyes, you were never lost. He will find you wherever you are. That is His promise from the Cross.
Just a Thought, Not a Sermon
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