Tomorrow (that is May 9 as I write this) is a special day. First, Monica and I will have been married 27 years. But we also have something else to celebrate.
Tomorrow also marks the two week anniversary of Rachel being home from her semester abroad. For those interested, she is working on a slide show with pictures of her trip.
She also has a lot of stories from her time in Europe. Some of them Monica and I are glad she didn’t tell us until she was safely at home.
I do want to share with you something that happened on her way home. After passing through customs in the Atlanta airport, an airline employee was helping people find their connecting flight.
So he asked her, “What city?” and Rachel said, “Fayetteville.” He told her a concourse and gate and she safely arrived at that gate. Now, unbeknownst to Rachel (at the time), North Carolina has a Fayetteville that has a fairly active airport.
So Rachel texted me and asked if “Mom” had given me her flight number. I said she had and texted the flight number to her. When I did, she asked me why the gate sign and her boarding pass had different information? Then she sent a picture of the gate sign with a different flight number and a different departure time...and, I noticed, a different city!
When the airline employee asked her, “What city?” she should have said “XNA” or “Bentonville” or “Northwest Arkansas.” But because she said “Fayetteville” he assumed North Carolina (since, after all, XNA isn’t actually in Fayetteville, Arkansas).
To make a long story short (too late!) she found the right gate, boarded the correct flight, and made it to the correct airport to come home.
My point is that she, inadvertently, said something that caused someone who was supposed to be helping her to send her to the wrong location where she would have ended up 1100 miles from where she really wanted to go (I want to believe that the gate agent would have prevented this, I really do).
Sometimes people are searching for the truth...they’ve been traveling so long and are so tired that they are confused about where to start. And someone who is supposed to help them actually sends them to the wrong place that, ultimately, will lead them far away from the truth.
We need to be sure that when people ask us for help, that we send them in the right direction. We need to be sure that our lives are lived so that, even if they don’t ask us directly, our lives will point them to “the way, the truth, and the life” (John 14:6).