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Do you know where you are going?
A fortnight ago I was in London for a conference… I had everything worked out in terms of how long it would take me to get from the hotel to Westminster Central Hall where the conference was due to take place… So I set out in good time only to arrive at the door of the conference venue and find that no-one was there except for a security guard…
“No conference on here today mate! Sorry!” he said.
I tried to call a colleague who was going to the same event, but while I was trying and failing to get through to him a message came through from him asking was I already inside?
Eventually, after a few failed attempts I got him and discovered that I had been mistaken... it wasn't Westminster Central Hall it was at, it was in Westminster Chapel…
"I know where that is…" I said, "I’ll be there in about 5 minutes…" and strode off boldly in the right direction, so I thought…
I then arrived at my second destination only to find that what I thought was Westinster Chapel, wasn't...
The irony was that I had actually taken a satnav with me to London but was so confident of where I was going that morning that I left it in the hotel. If I had asked for directions back at the first venue, the security guard could probably have told me where to go... But now standing outside the second wrong destination there was absolutely no-one I could ask… So I looked it up on the internet using my phone… Thank goodness for modern technology… But it isn’t as good as my satnav, and, because I read it incorrectly I started out by heading off in completely the opposite direction that I should have. After walking for 5 minutes in the wrong direction I realized my mistake, and turned around… at last arriving at the conference about half an hour late...
Do you know where you are going? Do you know how to get there? Really?
Jesus says “ I am the way the truth and the life…” He doesn’t just tell us where to go… he shows us the way to get there… and will walk with us every step of the way if we let him…
(An adaptation of this morning's "Just a Moment" on Downtown Radio.)


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