Finding God in the Fog
“Have you heard the one about the Priest puking on the side of the road”?
My hands gripped the steering wheel and I whispered prayers for help as I drove home early Easter morning. I had gotten sick at work; hung on most of my 8:00 pm to 8:00 am shift, and finally at 4:00 am the boss couldn’t take watching me turn from pale green to ghostly white any longer and said:”Jeez Ward, why dontcha go home.”
So that’s how I found myself driving through the heaviest fog I’d seen in some time and having to stop every few minutes to throw up.
With almost no visibility ahead, my truck crept over the road home. Away from the traffic and lights of town, I felt lost and alone in a world of swirling darkness. At times I couldn’t be sure which side of the road I was on. There was no way to judge how far I had come.
But each time I became completely disoriented, some small landmark appeared—a farmhouse, a security light, and a small green road sign reflected in my headlights. I welcomed each familiar sight with relief and gratitude until I finally made it safely home.
Sometimes my life resembles that foggy morning. Circumstances take an unexpected turn and suddenly I feel lost and alone in a world of darkness and confusion. With no sense of direction and no clear visibility of what lies ahead, I can quickly become spiritually disoriented. But thankfully God has provided the only marker I need to point me in the right direction: His Word.
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Psalms 119:105
Each time I open the Bible, it reminds me who is ultimately in control of my life and of world events. Its pages provide guidelines and instructions to show me when I need to make corrections in my course. And it shows me my final destination.
God’s Word is the eternal, infallible “landmark” that will guide me in my journey here on earth and then see me safely home. I can always find God in the fog.
Father James Ward