Where Are We Going?

The park is full of people. A brilliant sun tucks herself beneath the ground. Lights flicker until they turn on with a resilient electric fire. Cotton candy pours into the air, mixing with salty, buttery popcorn. Laughter leaves behind a fragrant emotion of purity and bliss.

And he stands there. He is a smaller example of his mother and father, displaying a mixture of their physical characteristics in a miniature, more juvenile tone. And he stands there. A pair of street lights off-set the orange tint of his wavy hair. His cheeks turn rosy as he pulls on the sleeve of your arm.

“Where are we going?” He says shyly.

“We’re going to find your parents.” You say, with your eyes searching the crowd. A young couple sweep past you. Both with red curly hair. But it isn’t them. They were drunk with happiness, not pondering the whereabouts of their toddler. A middle-aged man with straight black hair and a suit comes into view. It’s not him either. His focus is on a carnival business contract, not his only son.

So many eyes. None of them frightened with worry.

“What if you don’t find them?”

Your eyes land on the young boy holding your hand. Tears coat his eyes as a pout forms beneath them. “We will.”

But your words don’t stop his tears.

And your heart breaks for the lost boy. “We will find them.” You repeat, not for him, but to reassure yourself that you will keep the promise you made to this child. You will not give up. “What’s your name again?”

He sniffs and responds, “William.” while rubbing his eyes.

“Okay, William, can you tell me what your parents look like?”

With the description of two people, provided by a three-year-old, and an overly-optimistic mindset, you throw William onto your shoulders and start your search. You don’t know where you are going. This is your first time at the carnival. But, with every stride you get a picture in your mind of where you should go.

“Where are we going?” William shouts over the buzz of a hundred conversations.

“We’re going to eat some corn dogs and wait for your parents.”

“I thought we were going to find my mom and dad.”

“Actually, they are going to find us.”

And you walk to the corn-dog stand. You sit William at the nearby picnic table. You buy two dogs, and you wait.

William rocks back and forth, nibbling on his fried treat.

And you wait.

One by one, the rides turn off.

And you wait.

The night of fun and games comes to a close.

And you wait.

Parents lead their children out to their cars.

And you wait.

Then you hear it.

The gasp of a woman. The relieved breath of a man. The sound of two parents who found their missing link.

You smile as you hand William over to his now crying mother.

A weight lifts itself from your shoulders. As you leave the carnival with William and his parents by your side, you thank God for giving you that picture. You say goodnight to the reunited family, and you head home.

“Where are we going?” William says with his arms wrapped around his mother.

“We’re going home.”

 

 

If you’re reading this and you’re not sure what you just read, you’re in good standing because I’m not sure what I just wrote. But I wrote it. It made me think about how us Christians will try to lead other people’s lives even though we don’t know where we’re going ourselves. We don’t even have our lives figured out, yet we think that we can help someone else get their life together. We think we can find someone’s parents, but we don’t even know what they look like. To me, the parents in the story stand for God. We try to find God for other people, but we don’t even know where He is. We’re all aimlessly walking around hoping to bump into him by chance, but when we wait, when we take the time to be patient, and to realize that we too need help, He’ll find us. And home is that place where we can be together under the greatness of our Father. A place of peace, and joy, and redemption. 

So where are we going?

Love From Me,

Believe and See

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