While many already know this, there are those few who have heard and yet are skeptic: God has given men a sense of direction so keen and wise that they do not need a map or mathematics to find their way … to things they really need.
The problem, as I see it, is the invasion of electronics, demonically possessed mind you, that have confused and will continue to confuse the manly public.
I grew up using nothing more than my brains — no comments, please — pencil and paper, a manual typewriter, hand tools and folk wisdom to get me from one place to another. But times have changed!
My wife and best buddy, Julie, is an avid reader and has passed on her ability to devour books to me. If it's in print, she reads it for both fun and profit and puts the book next to me when she's finished so I can read and enjoy it too. I am in the process of finishing one of Baldacci's mysteries — check the spelling, please — and am not too happy with chapter 23: electronic eavesdropping: computers emit magnetic fields. They also give off digital impulses. Simple. The shapes and lines on a computer are composed of millions of tiny dots called pixels. These give off a high-voltage pulse of electromagnetic emission or an artificial synchronization signal, which can reproduce a picture. I am now weeping! The writer continues: a friendly warning. Anyone who doesn't know how to operate a computer in the coming years will not be able to function in society. I am now weeping uncontrollably! However, they are idiot friendly. I am giddy with hope!
While I marvel at the brilliant technology of what my grandchildren take for granted — and can use with great skill — I feel like one of my stone-age ancestors. I finished a very complex up-to-date computer game that required two hours of explanation just to begin and three months to complete. My 10-year-old grandson was kicking alien behinds in 15 minutes and had finished the game in one week on the most difficult level. My GPS — which Julie loves — doesn't like me and constantly tells me to make a u-turn or that she, who I call Lillith, knows how to get to Sarasota better than me. And if things aren't bad enough, I have heard that the U.S. Naval Academy is doing away with celestial navigation, using the sun and stars and logarithms, to find a ship's direction in the middle of an ocean where there are no signposts or mile markers.
All this sounds intelligent until some terrorist figures out how to disable the satellite systems and we're on our own.
Thank goodness that God has that problem figured out and has given us directions that even I can understand and follow.
In the Gospel of John, beginning with the 14th chapter, Jesus is giving assurance and direction to his Apostles and that direction is available to us. "Don't be worried … trust in God, trust in me. I know the way, and if you have been listening, you know it also." Thomas, who is everyone of us in this remarkable heavenly Atlas, asks our question, "Lord, we really don't know and we really don't understand. Please help us. We are lost!"
Jesus' answer is so kind, so wonderful, and so comforting. "I am the way..." Is it that easy, that simple, that possible? Is my destination just around the corner, just over the hill, just an easy and painless move in that direction?
All I have to do is to believe, to accept, to follow. Is it that wonderful?
Yes it is, fellow travelers, yes it is.