Destinations

Giving and taking directions can be confusing.  While everyone wants it to be simple and direct, few can live with the ambiguity that comes with process.  It seems as though we want a simple “you go _________”.  Confusion is not allowed.  Multiple steps are off limits.  Asking for more help in the future is banned, at least for the men.  The process is not made any simpler because men and women ask for, take, and follow directions totally differently!   
 
I thought getting directions was limited to some form of transportation.  Later I realized my reluctance to accept instructions went across everything in my life.  I didn’t want to ask teachers for help in class, because obviously everyone understood the directions earlier.  I couldn’t risk asking what an item was on the menu; descriptive names are, well descriptive.  Even finding my way on a new path was an exercise in futility.  It seems I repeatedly refused to seek guidance.  I was in charge!  I knew what I was doing.  I was god of my life. 
 
Over time I have received an unfolding revelation I wish many others could share.  I experienced enough pain, anguish, and ache to realize I didn’t know, couldn’t find, and in reality had no idea of what to do next.  There were no obvious steps to the puzzle.  The light I found within was dark.  Everywhere I looked was new.  Precedent didn’t apply.  History wasn’t useful.  Experimenting seemed extremely risky.
 
In the midst of the chaos I found myself seeking help.  I wasn’t looking for someone to take away the burden, merely give me a framework in which to respond.  The destination implied by the instruction “if any of you wants to serve me, then follow me.  Then you'll be where I am, ready to serve at a moment's notice.  The Father will honor and reward anyone who serves me.”  (John 12.26)  It actually made sense.  I knew where I was going even as I had no idea of where the path would lead along the way.  Come, join me on a journey.