From Mark 9, “…[The disciples] did not understand the saying and were afraid to ask Him.”
I can’t recall the number of times before GPS or since when I was lost while driving or riding a bike in an unknown place. That’s not to say I am excellent with directions, but it IS to say that there were too many times to remember them all.
The most recent occurrence was going camping in Oklahoma for the weekend. My husband had suggested trying a new state park instead of the place we have been before. It was a great idea! I looked online at the general location and then set the GPS on my phone as we hit the road. The major mistake was that I searched only for the park itself and not the actual camping site. We ended up in VERY rural Oklahoma, looking for a camp site that didn’t exist on that side of the forest. With spotty cell phone service in the middle of farmland in the dark and fog, I was more than a little panicked. This is how scary movies start, after all!
After some unhelpful driving around on my part, Francisco decided to look up the camping site we had been to before in a different state park and realized it was fairly close. It would be familiar, and we would know the route to get to the place we could sleep. We had an end point in sight! …But I was not ready to accept his (wise) suggestion. I was determined to find this new spot, since it was, after all, my fault that we were lost and not following his initial idea. After over an hour more of saintly patience on Francisco’s part, I conceded. We had a lovely time.
Can you think of something ridiculous like that in your life? Maybe directions from a teacher for an assignment, a request from your child or spouse, a suggestion from an associate for a project at work? Think of any time you felt lost – were you reluctant to ask for help to understand?
Many times for me, it was (is) a catch on pride. I don’t want to look inept or silly or inattentive, and many times, try as I do (and I do!!)…I’m likely to be lost between two places. It would often be easier and faster if I stopped and sought out wisdom, but I struggle to do so.
We identify with the disciples on this point. At times, they were equally reluctant. They were with Jesus, the infinite wisdom of God sitting across the table from them, and they “were afraid to ask Him,” too. They knew where trusted information came from, but their broken selves were also reluctant to ask. We have that same capability that they had. We know where Truth comes from, and we know that God often instills the people around us with his wisdom. We just have to listen.
My prayer for us is that we continue to reach out in humility, both to God and to people who know how to get to a camp site. May He grant us courage to ask and discernment in listening for His wisdom around us.