Going Places
There was once a popular TV show with an episode that comes to mind. On the episode, a con artist sold a piece of property to a trusting friend. The property consisted of a front and back yard with a beautiful frontage wall. The front door led, not into a beautiful living room, but right into the back yard.
There once was a freeway overpass of a street that led to nowhere. My inquiries never led to straight answers, but like so much of life, it stunk with the smell of politics. In that same city a freeway was proposed and aborted, leaving an exit to nowhere. I think about that doorway, that overpass, and that exit to nowhere today. The thought of them engenders what could have been a great bypass around so much traffic today which always seems to be going 'nowhere fast'. Correction: 'Nowhere slow'.
Such 'nowhere places' look similar to much of our lives whose design and purpose portray a different reality than the one we either conclude with or the one that never got of the drawing boards because someone changed their minds or decided to abort the mission. Jesus once asked the question, "Shall I not drink the cup my father has given me?"* So often, the cup of life or the plate of adversity that we have been given is so filled with hurt and pain that we desire nothing better than to stop our runaway train and get off. May we take courage and stay on board to finish the course we have been given.
We as well as our assignment may look and feel very different at the finish, but our God is counting on us 'to finish'. Make no mistake about it my friend, we are going places. May we always realize that God never gives "Nowhere Missions".
090420PSCtest, The Fourth Floor Of Nowhere, Craig Cornish
*John 18:11
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