>> Monday, November 15, 2010
I was listening intently to the pastor as he described Heaven. Totally focused on visualizing a cube 1,500 miles wide, deep and tall, it took a moment for the anguished crying to penetrate. Suddenly a little girl appeared, running down the aisle. When she reached the front of the church, she turned facing the congregation. The look on her face was one of utter terror. The sound coming from her throat was indescribable.
She didn’t know which way to go.
After pausing for a moment, she … and the sounds she was making … ran back up the aisle toward the back of the church. I heard later that she was on the wrong aisle. It took awhile for her family to get to her.
As I looked at her face, I understood that expression. I’ve been there … utterly terrified and not sure which way to go. It’s a horrible feeling. Sometimes life throws us such a curve that we run madly to and fro, not sure which way to go. We can’t make decisions. Our mind gets fuzzy and sleep eludes us.
Maybe it’s your finances, or your marriage. Perhaps the doctor has said the word cancer. What do you do when terror takes over? Some people turn to drugs and drinking. Others become a recluse and shut everyone else out.
Some of us turn to God.