Are You Sure This Way is Safe?
Even though we are known to fuss about the stress of travel, we have no cause to do so when compared with other nations and previous modes that were common in history. If Americans had to put all of their items that we pack for a short business trip into a back pack and walk for miles to arrive at the meeting, we would be vociferous in our aggravation. If we had to carry water, morsels for our meals, and a bedroll for our sleeping, we would be in no condition to conduct business upon arrival.
Ah, but the 21st century allows us to pack clean clothes in very spacious suit cases, toiletries in nice shaving kit bags for men and all kinds of fancy bags for women, and we travel in heated or cooled cars, jet planes, and maybe rapid transit in cities.
For those of us that are directionally challenged, we also have come to adore the GPS system in our cars. The gentle, kind voice of a lady we have never met guides us with clear, verbal instructions. She knows where we are, where we are going, and how to get us there. She can tell us if there are construction areas we need to avoid, or heavy traffic areas that are going to cause delays. She will take us by way of the most trusted, safest, and most reliable routes.
That is what our LORD seeks to do for us by His Word and the guidance of His Holy Spirit. He seeks to guide us on the “path of righteousness” that is reliable, safe, and fulfilling. If we walk in His ways, we find abundant joy, meaningful purpose, and the power of God’s presence with us always.
Psalm 16:11 – You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Psalm 37:23 – The LORD makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him…
Psalm 119:105 – Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.
Psalm 23:2-3 – “He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.”
Proverbs 3:6 – “In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.”
The story is told of the pioneer days in our country. A man was making his way west when he came to the Missouri River. It was winter and the ice covered the river from bank to bank. But how could the man be sure it would hold his weight? He knew people often drowned in that river when the ice broke. Yet he had to cross. He walked out a little way, then gripped with fear he crawled on his hands and knees. He looked back and saw how far the bank was now behind him and knew he would drown if the ice broke and the frigid water swallowed him up. To spread his weight even more, he lay out flat on his belly and slowly drew himself sliding across the river a few inches at time. All of a sudden from behind him he heard whistling. He whipped his head around and there saw a big man, a farmer, walking across the ice leading a team of horses drawing a heavy wooden sleigh full of hay. He was smiling and whistling and tipped his hat. The timid man stood and brushed off the ice crystals and managed a sheepish smile. That old farmer had crossed the ice many times and knew it could be trusted. (Copied).