The "Go" of God

Set up road signs;

put up guideposts.

Take note of the highway,

the road that you take.

Jeremiah 31:21

Signs along the road. They were put there to be ignored, right? I mean, we all know that the speed limit isn't really 65 (except maybe in Virginia!) Stop seems to mean yield to most drivers. Oh, and only in Savannah does the pedestrian crossing sign seem to matter. On Long Island they told me I was crazy to think that the walk sign was really for pedestrians--only if you were willing to take your life in your own hands did you dare believe it really meant it was safe to walk now. Seems like a big waste of tax payers dollars to keep putting up all of those signs. They clutter the landscape. Ruin the view.

Now the one sign that I have noticed that most drivers give credence to is the traffic light. We seem to like electronic devices better than mere print material. Ever tried to ignore a green light? The driver behind you often takes a personal interest in that decision and reciprocates with a decision of his own to lay on his horn. I've also seen the horn used to chastise someone who thought the red light surely wasn't meant for him.

So let's take this discussion from the highway to the Most High's way. The sign I am most enamored with at this point is the "go" of God. What does it mean when He says "go"? We often hear the "no" of God preached from the preacher's pulpit and the parent's lips. But what about His "go"?

I remember telling Him at one point that I would go wherever He wanted me to go. I must say in my brain I was thinking short term mission trips to exotic countries. I must admit that when I look back on that, I was thinking in terms more like a vacation than a vocation. He, however, took me at my word and asked me to go to Georgia...not the country, the state. Now moving to Georgia from Indiana has a lot of perks. Savannah is a beautiful city that offers history, art, and an ocean view. Not too shabby, I'm thinking.

But then He asked me to move from an ocean view to a mountain view. Never was a big fan of the red clay of north Georgia or the big city of Atlanta, but, hey, I was near the foothills. I soon found out that was a mere pit stop on the journey. Just a quick rest stop on my trip further north to Iowa. In case you don't know, there are no ocean views or mountain vistas in Iowa. But I had promised God I would go when He told me to go; so I went. Even if it was cold.

I've taken note of the road I've been taking. I'll share a few of the guideposts I've put up along the way if you care to check back.