Blindness

I have never taken so many wrong turns!  The first part of the journey was fine; through the Holland Tunnel, across Canal Street, and then onto the Manhattan Bridge.  As I look back the only conclusion I can reach is a simple one of dropping my mind and ability to think in New York’s East River as I drove across.  First, I missed the sign for the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway.  Then I blissfully ignored the obvious sign for going to JFK.  As I drove deeper into Brooklyn along Flatbush Avenue I realized I had no idea where I was going.  Thinking it would be easier to go back to the two missed signs, I turned around only to turn early thinking I actually knew where I was going.  Before it was all over I had toured the Hasidic section of Queens and taken an excursion on the Jackie Robinson Parkway (wrong direction of course). 
 
The only good think was that I knew I was quickly loosing the plot.  It got so bad I began to assume someone else was driving the car!  This just couldn’t be happening and yet it was playing out in some kind of cruel slow motion.  What normally should have taken no more than a half hour, took over ninety minutes.  The leisurely drive to the airport became anything but, yet somehow even I thought it was funny at the time.
 
Life is like my trip to JFK.  I think I knew where I am going only to discover I am actually clueless.  As I look around there are many who are on the same path I am.  It isn’t even new; Jesus journeyed with twelve and even after three years they still didn’t grasp the picture.  For their blindness, “Jesus said, ‘I am the Road, also the Truth, also the Life.  No one gets to the Father apart from me.  If you really knew me, you would know my Father as well.  From now on, you do know him.  You've even seen him!’”  (John 14.6, 7) 
 
It time for Spirit directions, now.