You Know the Way

John 14:1-14

In my life before seminary, I worked for an adventure travel company. I spent most of my time in an office, doing all the behind the scenes work to get other people to wild or distant places to have an adventure. But from time to time, I headed out to those wild or distant places myself, to serve as host and guide – often in places I myself had never been.

That’s how I ended up on the island of Crete one September day, driving a rented, stick-shift VW van – kayaks strapped to the top, luggage piled in the back, and a group of guests in the seats – looking for the town of Agia Galini, where we would spend the night.

This was before GPS navigation, and I had never seen a road map of the island, much less the route.  I had been told by a fellow guide that I should get on the road out of the town we were in, then follow signs to such-and-such town, then signs to Galini, then our inn for the night should be well-marked. 

Now, I am the queen of Google Maps (or, 15 years ago, full size paper maps and the occasional MapQuest printout), and I would never willingly get behind the wheel in unfamiliar territory without a visualized route and a paper backup.

Still, it was my job, and I had seen plenty of road signs on Crete that included English transliterations of the towns, so the signs should be easy to follow, right?  Then we came to the first turn-off sign I needed. 

All Greek.

Not an English word or alphabetical character to be seen.  I could make an educated guess, but….

“Don’t worry,” said Jesus. “Do not let your hearts be troubled. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling-places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? … And you know the way to the place where I am going.”

There was a place prepared for us in Crete that night – we all knew it, and were eager to get to an abundant dinner, and our beds with views of the Mediterranean Sea.  Nancy had gone on ahead; and she had told me where we were going, but…

Thank God for Thomas, who always says out loud what I’m quietly thinking – every time I hear this story, and during most of that particular week in Greece:
“No, we don’t know where you’re going. (It’s not like we’ve been there before!) How do you expect us to know the way??”

And Jesus answers, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life...”

That’s true.  It’s always been true.

Jesus, God-made-flesh, is always the way to what God has prepared for us, always the truth that sets us free, always the life that gives us life.

And still there are times when you wind up on an unpaved road a kilometer from the turn off, nothing in sight but a few goats and a bright green sign in unfamiliar Greek.

When this sort of thing happens to you or me, it’s not always about being literally on a road without a map. Thomas and the other disciples having this conversation with Jesus were all sitting around the dinner table in Jerusalem together, and knew exactly where they were, and probably had a decent sense of the local geography. But for you and me, just as for Jesus’ first disciples, it can often be very hard to know where Jesus is going.

It’s one thing to believe in God’s plan for the world, or your own life, but it’s quite another to really understand where that plan is going!

And sometimes we’re forced to come face to face with that awareness that we don’t know.
For the disciples, it was Jesus’ announcements of his coming death and resurrection that brought them face to face with the unknown. For us, maybe Greek road signs. Loss of a job. Graduation into a new world. Loss of a spouse, a parent. The beginning or the end of marriage. That itchy feeling that there’s something more, something I can’t quite see or understand…

This encounter with the unknown happens in joy and in sorrow, in the face of resurrection as well as in the face of death.

God has a plan, yes, Jesus has a way – but just how are we supposed to know where we’re going??

Jesus always answers that question the same way he answered Thomas: “If you know me, you know.”

He explains it in messy, complex, clauses (since the disciples were still scratching their heads): If you’ve seen me, you’ve seen the Creator, you’ve known Papa, God.  I am in the Father, the Father is in me. God speaks in me, I am in God; you see the wonders and the works done by God in me. Ask something from me, and the Father will glorify….

Sometimes it’s an impenetrable thicket of words, but the overall shape of that Way, that Truth, is that intimate relationship with God that happens when you really spend time with Jesus, with God-among-us, flesh and blood and holy mystery.

Jesus is asking us, telling us – in generous love and a certain amount of exasperation – that our relationship with him, our trust in him, is the simple path to God’s destination for us, and for the world.

Your trust in Jesus, your willingness to depend on that relationship even when you can’t see where he is, and the trust to ask for wonderful work in yourself and in our world,

is the way – direct or winding – to everything God has prepared for us.

Jesus is reminding, inviting, even pleading with his disciples – with us – not to wrap ourselves up in a map, or tie ourselves to the turn-by-turn certainty of a GPS;  not to worry about directions to where we’re going, but to remember that no matter where we are or what we see, we’re traveling with Jesus, whether he’s off ahead, riding shotgun, or completely invisible and silent.

And if you can trust that you do travel with Jesus, all the time, you get where God’s going, every time.

That day on Crete I didn’t think once about trusting Jesus, quite honestly, and I wasn’t entirely sure that I trusted Nancy’s directions, or my own driving. But once started, there was no other way to the place prepared for us that day, and I had a bunch of other people depending on me to get them there.

It wasn’t my mind that managed it, but somehow my hands on the wheel and feet on the pedals and my gut in the seat seemed to trust the way, despite myself, and as I slowed for the approaching turn off to wherever the road might go, I saw a sign at the new road (far too late to turn if I hadn’t trusted), proclaiming the destination in Greek, and in English.

So we came to the place prepared for us, after some uncharted distance of dirt roads, goat herds, and Greek signs. We arrived at the place prepared welcome, and light-hearted, and ready for the next adventure.

Do not let your hearts be troubled, Jesus says. Trust in God, trust also in me. 

There is a place prepared, and you know the way.

And we do.

You do.