We were trying to go from A to B in Los Angeles, where major roads experience regular gridlock. So we used an app which led us block by block on an alternative route. We weren't given the instructions ahead of time, like you get on Google maps, but rather, the app is interactive and constantly updating according to changing traffic conditions, so we had to trust that one block at a time we were nearing our destination.
Two disciples were told to head into Jerusalem. They knew the way and though the city would have been heaving with folk for Passover, they didn't face gridlock. Their challenge, though, was to look for a couple of specific signs that would indicate they were at their destination, an upper room in which to prepare the meal. They trusted Jesus, their guide, so off they went. I wonder how they felt. Nervous? Concerned that they might miss the critical sign?
I've got things to follow up today for insurance. Phone calls to make which are confusing to me. I have been given some instructions and will launch out, trusting that one thing will lead to and clarify the next, and by the end of the day we will have a sort of Google map for the supplying of Mom's meds where she can still get the benefit of the insurance cover. I am going to think of the disciples' challenge, tune my spiritual ear to Jesus, and step out in faith.
I notice that the two disciples then prepared the holiday meal. I wonder if those disciples were women. Just a thought. After all, whoever they were, they weren't the 12, who arrived later with Jesus.
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