Jesus the Other Sun
Guiding me along the lighted path…
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I got along perfectly well overseas taking taxis. When I came home, my brother took over the driving. My life continued without a blip. Suddenly, Mike went into the hospital. It turned out to be a rather lengthy stay. Normally, I could walk most places I needed to go. But shortly after my brother left, my mother fell and broke her hand. I couldn’t be gone for long. Now… I was in a pickle!
How could I do my errands?
My friends were all busy. After days of indecision, I called an acquaintance. Yes! She agreed to take me out once a week. Not long after we started, I did
something that made me smile and cringe at the same time.
That morning, we stopped at the Main Street pharmacy so I could pick up some medicine for Mom. A few minutes later, I left the small shop and stepped back into the sunshine. Shielding my eyes with one hand, I paused to give my eyes “lag time” to adjust to the brighter outdoor lighting again.
Okay, where’s the car?
Squinting, I swiveled around. There it was! Without hesitation, I turned to the left and approached the car. I tried the door handle. It was locked. So I tapped on the window to get my friend’s attention.
Down came the window.
“The door’s locked,” I informed before turning away to pocket the change I received from my purchase.
“May I help you?”
I bent over to pick up a coin I dropped. “Yeah, can you unlock the door?” I pantomimed what I wanted.
I heard the door lock pop up. So I lifted the handle, swung it open and felt for the firm leather seat beneath my hand. Thankfully, I sank down in it and got comfortable. “Glad that’s out of the way.” I placed the small bag of medicine at my feet and quickly folded up my cane. “Now we need to go–“
“Can I help you?”
The voice didn’t sound… familiar.
“Do I know you?”
Now I noticed the deep voice. I turned toward it. This wasn’t my friend, or even a female! I covered my mouth and giggled. “Oops! Did I get in the wrong car?”
Why did the driver open the passenger door? Oh, he probably thought he knew me. After all, people know each other in small towns. Directly or indirectly. Everyone waves at everyone else. He probably saw me around town with my cane.
I looked over at him. I have to hand it to him–he didn’t even seem surprised. In fact, he extended a hand and offered gallantly, “Can I take you somewhere?”
“No-no. Thanks!” Flustered, I reached for the handle. “My friend’s here. Well, not here,” I corrected myself, now in an embarrassed dither. “But right around here. I think she’s a couple of cars over.” As I closed the door I apologized, “Sorry to bother you!”
My cane still folded, I took a step and stumbled over the curb. I quickly righted myself. Now where is Judie? I turned right. Out the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a car door open. “Amy, over here! Did you get lost?”
The idea of me being lost on Main Street seemed ridiculous. I took the seat beside her. “Uggghhh! I guess I wasn’t really paying attention to the color of your car…” was all I could think to defend myself in such an awkward situation.
“It’s blue,” she said patiently. “You got into a gray car.” She went on to explain the make of her vehicle, which, of course, was nothing like the one I left a few feet away. “I thought you knew where I parked.”
How could I not? She was only feet away from the pharmacy door.
But poor vision confused my whereabouts.
Just like poor vision has sometimes led me astray in my spiritual life.
How many times have I boldly set out on my own–inadvertently stepping away from God’s will?
When I buckled my seat belt, my friend couldn’t resist a little teasing.”You need to know who your driver is.”
We laughed as we drove off to take care of my next errand.
But she’s so right!
It matters who’s in the driver’s seat. Even when we’re close to home.
It matters who’s in the driver’s seat.
I want to follow God’s will for my life. Not mine or that of someone else. How easy it is to get in the wrong car and take off. Any driver could follow my directions. (And obviously, I don’t know where I’m going). Or, they could take me the direction they know with either good or bad intentions.
But only God knows exactly where I need to go.
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