We are not unlike eight-year-old
Jack Keely from the East End of London. He was bound
for the U.S. when the Benares on which he was sailing was
struck by an enemy torpedo and went down in the
Atlantic. It was ten o’clock at night, and the wild
waves flung their young victim back and forth in almost
complete darkness. Finally three men pulled young
Jack up on their little life raft. Immediately he
asked, “Which way is America?” No whimpering, no begging
for attention. Just, “Which way is America?”
His imagination was gripped, not with the wind and the
waves, but with where he was going. Fear had no
place in his concern, for his present plight was
unimportant compared to his destination.
We too, with the weight of
cynical unbelief sucking us down in the crush of
competition which would crowd us off the little raft we
have found in the sea of life, in peril of temptation or
tragedy, with the valley of shadows not far ahead—we pause
in worship and take courage even as we ask which way is
heaven. We know there is a way because the Son of
God came from thence and has returned to it down at the
right hand of the throne of the Father. Christ’s
resurrection assures us that even death is not our goal
but a gateway, not the end but an entrance, not a terminus
but a thoroughfare. We are on our way. Today
we pause for direction. Which way is heaven? Within
our hearts we hear the Son of God say, “I am the way—come,
follow me.”
-Best Sermons, Harper and Bros.; sermon: “The
First Day of the Week;” via
THE SOWER, a weekly publication of the
Arthur church of Christ, Arthur, IL. Ron Bartanen, who
serves as minister and editor, may be contacted through
the congregation's website:
http://www.arthurchurchofchrist.com
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