You Don’t Have to Know the Way Home

Last night we gathered for a communion service in the evening. I preached on what to do about unanswered questions. I showed the people that God often conceals things from us for a time. He doesn’t always tell us what He is doing. He doesn’t always tell us where He is leading us. He doesn’t always tell us how to do what we are called to do. He doesn’t always tell us why He does what he does. He doesn’t always tell us when things will change.

I taught them that the best way to deal with the things we don’t know is to think about what and who we do know. During times of doubt or uncertainty the best thing to do is remember that God’s word can be trusted, God’s plans for his children are good, God finishes what he starts, and someday all that is unknown will be known by those who know the Lord.

I taught them that the answer to what we don’t know is a deeper knowing of God who knows all things. God wants us to search out a matter and to learn his ways, but when we have pockets of unknowing, nagging uncertainties, we do not need to despair.

We don’t need to know all the answers
if we know the Omniscient, all knowing God.
We don’t need to know how
if we know the Omnipotent, all powerful God.
We don’t need to know where
if we know the Omnipresent, everywhere present God.
We don’t need to be a slave to trends
if we know an Immutable, unchanging God.
We don’t need to know the future
if we know the Alpha and Omega…
We don’t need to know when or how or why
if we know Who.

After communion I told them this little story. I don’t know the source of it, but it has been a comfort to me for years:

Once a little boy was taking a walk with his grandfather on his farm. It was toward evening and the sun was low in the sky. They walked a long way that evening.

Suddenly the little fellow said, “Grandpa, I want to go home.”

“Why, son. Aren’t you enjoying the walk?”

“Yes, but I want to go home now.”

“Why,” his grandfather repeated.

“I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared?”

“I’m scared because I don’t know the way home.”

The grandfather knelt on one knee in front of the little boy and took his face gently in his hands.

“Son,” he said, “As long as you are with me you don’t need to know the way home. All you have to do is take my hand. I know the way home.”

Later this week check www.evangelbaptist.com for a podcast of the message.

Ken Pierpont
Granville Cottage
Riverview, Michigan
July 8, 2104