I locked my door, climbed into the truck, turned the key and
headed out for my first appointment in the morning. The next thing I knew I was pulling into the
church parking lot.
“How did I get here?” I wondered to myself. Ten minutes of driving and I couldn’t
remember any of it.
I’ve only lived in Port McNicoll since early February, but
already the drive to Midland has become a habitual journey that bears little
concentration. Well, I’m certain it does
deserves more concentration that I’m giving it, but when I get into the truck
each morning, autopilot kicks in and I get lost in other pressing thoughts.
The worst part was that I wasn’t even going to the church
that morning. So I tossed the truck in
reverse, shook my head to clear out the cobwebs, and headed off once again in the
right direction – this time paying a little closer consideration to where I was
going.
The longer I’ve been a Christian the more I’ve come to realize
that our spiritual lives can sometimes be journeyed on autopilot. We get set in certain directions and
accustomed to the same activities and we do them with little intentional concentration. Worship, prayer, fellowship, service, awareness
of God’s activity, these can all be done by wrote habit. Sure it gets us to a destination, but is that
destination where God wants us to be?
And what are we getting out of the process itself?
So the trick is to keep paying attention along the way. Listen to God’s leading. Stay alert.
Maybe God has a side road or a detour in mind for you. And don’t forget that any time you find
yourself in the wrong place you can always toss it in reverse and head back out
in the right direction.
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