My wife and I make a conscious effort to watch CBS’ Amazing Race. It’s awesome to see some of the places teams explore and challenges they face as they travel the world. Inevitably, most every team on the amazing race gets lost. Navigating foreign countries and attempting to decipher unfamiliar languages proves to be too much for every team at some point. There are a few distinct approaches teams have when they’re lost:
- Acknowledge very early they have no idea what they’re doing and ask a local for directions before heading on their way.
- Forge ahead with one party confidently thinking they know a route or assuming they can figure it out, only after a short time to realize they’re lost and then ask for help to get back on course (this approach tends to have several “I told you so” moments for teams)
- Both parties agree on an incorrect course, believing they have it figured out, end up way off course, finally admitting defeat they ask for help and in the evening’s darkness manage their way back to the finish line to be eliminated from the race.
I tend toward taking long and difficult approach. I forge ahead thinking I know my route, that I have the answers and I work hard to find ways to support my direction. It took awhile for me to come undone and realize that I was off course.It took hitting a wall. Until I realized I was lost and my answers no longer seemed to be answers, but created more questions. And that reality was painful.
However one gets to the place of acknowledging their own lost-ness (probably not a word), they eventually ask questions. It’s a character trait of lost people. And for so long, it wasn’t one of my traits. I didn’t ask questions. I worked on answers. I didn’t acknowledge that I could have been off course. I pressed into my found-ness (again, not a word). The problem with being so focused on being found is that I never experienced the true joy of discovery, learning, relationship and communion.
So, over the past few years I’ve been getting lost. Getting lost in questions. Getting lost in discovery. Getting lost in the person of Jesus. Getting lost from church, well, church in the big building, big program sense–remember, it’s where two or three gather (see previous post ,Quitting Church). In getting lost, I’m finding Jesus.
Jesus had a hard time convincing the religious people of his day that they were lost. Even Paul had to have his eyesight kicked out of him before he realized it. I guess that means I’m in good company with slow learners of faith.
Luke 19:10 says, “For the Son of Man came to seek and save the lost.”
What does that mean for you and me?