G.P.S.

As many of you know by now, I love cartoons. No, not the ones we all watched on tv every Saturday morning in those young impressionable years. Not, Ninja Turtles or Daffy Duck, Bugs or even Fred. I’m talking about those newspaper comics or Sunday Funnies. This past week one of them caught my attention. Here is the comic Crankshaft observing first hand the workings of a G.P.S. I think I like Crankshaft because in him I see myself a few short years in the future. He is in the car getting a demonstration. The unit yells what to do until the operator of the computer turns it down.
For those who are not computer-literate, in the sense of some modern technology, call up your third grade grandchild and ask them. No, forget that. G.P.S. stands for Global Positioning System. In laymen terms, it means that as you hold this device, up to 32 satellites fix on its location and verbally give you directions on how to get from where you are to within an inch or two of where you want to be. Originally developed by the United States Department of Defense it now helps any male out there, and tells them how to not get lost without asking for directions. Ladies, if you have a husband that won’t ask for directions, Christmas is only 118 days away.
Back to the comic. After adjusting the volume they are directed home. Just as they are approaching their home, frazzled by the lack of tact in the computers voice, they turn left onto the front lawn because they don’t want to offend the device.
Funny on many levels but sobering on many others. I wonder if God has placed a device within each one of us. Here we are, going through life wandering and not taking directions from Him too readily. When we have given our lives to Him, the device is turned on and He starts to give us directions. You already know where I am going with this. Yes, all of us, my hand went up first, have got off course and at times gone our own way. At times like this we may hear God yelling out loudly or softly, depending on how far, or how often we deviate from His directions. Just like the G.P.S. which usually sends out microwaves to three satellites, He call us back and gives us new directions on how to get back on the right road or should I say, back on track.
Are you on the right road? Listen to His directions. He is never wrong and will always lead you to the destination He has chosen for you.
Something to think about.
Rob