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Last week I went to a wake with my discipler, his wife, and a friend at church. We didn’t know exactly where the place was, so we just drove out to find it with the few instructions we had. The next thing we knew we were in the middle of what seemed to be a congregation of trucks going towards heaven-knows-where.
We were stuck for while in the sea of sixteen-wheelers, but we managed to inch our way through. I don’t know about them, but at that point I was already clueless as to where we were. A few kilometers more and a few turns lead us to a busy side street.
The road started to look a bit scary as we looked around and see no signs of our destination. One of us jokingly asked, “Are we still in the Philippines?” The place looked like Manila’s version of a ghetto – with guys hanging outside shirtless with bottles on hand and children running around the street as if it was their personal playground, without a care if cars were rushing towards them.
We asked a few bystanders on how to get to where we should be, but to me the instructions were not crystal clear. Finally, my discipler’s wife called up our friend and said, “I think we’re lost.”
Our friend then asked us where we were, and gave instructions on how to get to their place. We followed her directions, and before we knew it we were there, and she was waiting for us. We spent a good half hour or so at the wake, and prayed for our friend and her family.
I noticed one thing about being lost – it’s the fact that when we finally realize that we are, we will do everything to find our way out of the mess we are in and back to where we are supposed to go.
I think that’s the problem with most of us, we don’t know we’re lost. Some of us don’t know where we’re going. We keep on subscribing to people and things that only point us to countless dead ends. We keep our pride and keep on going our own way.
But the beauty of knowing we’re lost is that at some point we grow tired of our worldly subscriptions, give up and finally say, “Lord, I’m helplessly lost. Please help me.” When we’ve finally humbled ourselves, we start to ask someone who knows the way.
“Jesus answered, ‘I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’” – John 14:6
Once we realize we’re lost and accepted the fact that we can’t make it on our own, it’s always comforting to know that God gave us THE way back to Him, to where we should be. He gave us His Son. We just need to accept that we’re lost, and that He is our way back to the Father, Who patiently waits for our return.