Thomas said to Jesus, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” ~John 14:5
One of the unsettling parts of being on a pilgrimage is relying on guides and never knowing exactly where we are. The roads are unknown. They lead to strange new sights we can barely process before we set off yet again. We cannot read and interpret the signage, at least not easily. Something in me yearns for home, even in Jerusalem, which Scripture calls our heavenly home. Must home feel so unfamiliar? What is the connection between familiarity and home?
Recall a time when you had to find an uncharted way. What did that teach you about faith?
Prayer: O Lord, show me the way.