Asking Directions

Some of my family members (men, of course) are direction-challenged.  I’m sure they would not agree with my statement.  My brother asked directions to an old family cemetery as he returned to his home out of state, following the recent funeral of a family member.  He’s interested in genealogy and old cemeteries.  I told him it was about half a mile on a FM road that turned left off the main road about five miles this side of a certain town.  Now, that should have been clear enough, right?  He was sure he had a better way.  He programed the GPS in his auto, and it gave directions five miles the other side of that certain town.  Not to be defeated, he stopped an old man who assured him he knew just where the cemetery was, and preceded to lead him out through the countryside until my brother stopped him and said, “I know you know where you’re going, but I’m sure it’s not the one I want.”  Laughingly, it was reported to me that the man most likely had Alzheimer’s disease.  My brother finally found the place he was looking for after about an hour and a half.

My grandson was driving me out of town to a doctor’s appointment today.  I was tired and dozed off a couple of times, awoke, and didn’t recognize the landscape.  We got on course and continued on each time; I plan accordingly when he drives (and I sleep), and add on an extra 30 minutes to the schedule so we won’t be late.  Coming home, I persuaded him to take a detour to a restaurant not on our regular route.  He kept asking waitresses how to get to a town with which he was familiar.  I asked him if he had a map, and he said yes, but he was sure the waiter gave him the correct directions.  Leaving there, I kept seeing a town’s name with an arrow pointing to the right every few miles.  I think we were driving in a circle, or there were sure a lot of ways to get to that town, all pointing right.

The morals to this story are: my brother doesn’t think I know where that cemetery is (I’m on the board of directors), or he trusts the GPS more.  My grandson doesn’t trust maps.  Or they both have some sort of male ego thing that tells them they don’t need to trust good sources of information.  They put me in mind of Christopher Columbus who discovered India as he floated up to the shores of America.

To put a spiritual twist to this story, there are a lot of people who wander around in life thinking they know where they are going, and actually get to the right place after all.  God must have some sort of fail-proof tracking device on them that guides them home at the end of the day.