A Sunday School helper was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children began discussing the dog’s duties.
“They use him to keep crowds back,” said one youngster.
“No,” said another, “he’s just for good luck.”
A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrant.”
Not that’s interesting insight. The fact is, these dogs are now really just mascots, reminders of the past, when dogs were used alongside firefighters in horse-drawn carriages. The dogs served to keep the carriages on track and to dissuade attackers and other animals.
But the girl had a point. Most of us do need help with directions. We know where we want to go, but are not always sure as to how to get there.
Nowhere is this more important than in the spiritual realm. We want to get to heaven. Who doesn’t? But what is the right way? I suggest Jesus had it right when he said, “I am the way.” So let’s follow him. The one who has already been to heaven is our only hope to get there ourselves some day.