Navigtionally Challenged

When I was 16, I went to pick up my girlfriend to drive and meet my parents and grandparents for a hockey game downtown. Downtown was north of my house in Amarillo. You get on I-27, head north, fifteen minutes, done.

We drove for a while. And a little while more. And nothing was looking familiar. So I asked her to call my parents to see if they had any idea what was going on. She calls, tells them nothing looks familiar, and while I'm still just concentrating on the road, she looks around and says, "I'm not really sure where we are... but there's buffalos outside some of these businesses. Are we going the right way?"

There's a pretty big difference between going north on an interstate and going south. In my case, the difference was big enough to put us in a completely different town. Canyon, Texas. Fifteen minutes south of Amarillo, instead of the hockey arena north of where we lived.

This was before Apple Maps, Waze, or any of that. But it wasn't before the days of buying a GPS, which is what happened the next day. And I've used one ever since. Cassy gives me a hard time for relying on it too much. But I need one. Clearly.

Enoch walked with God for 300 years in a world that was heading the wrong direction. While everyone else drifted, he stayed on course. Genesis 5 doesn't tell us exactly how he did it, but Hebrews 11 fills in the gap: he lived by faith, trusting that God was real and that seeking Him was worth it. Walking with God isn't just a spiritual concept. It's the only reliable way to know you're headed in the right direction.