The Sense Of Direction Of A Headless Chicken

I trust my GPS implicitly, even over my own senses, because I have the sense of direction of a headless chicken.

But recently I followed my Garmin’s British accent right into the heart of Washington, D.C. on a Friday at rush hour, rather than taking the bypass around the city, adding 2 hours to my trip.  My Garmin always takes me on the most direct route, even if it requires that I drive for miles in stop and go traffic.  I guess I shouldn’t always trust it implicitly.

But when it comes to trusting God, that’s different:

I am determined that if all my senses contradict God, I would rather deny every one of them than believe that God could lie. –-Spurgeon

This is the good fight of faith.  To fight to trust God’s word rather than our senses, our own interpretation of events, or the lies of the devil.  What else do we have to hold to but God’s word?  As Peter said, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (John 6:68).

Our eyes say, “I don’t see God working in my child.”  Our emotions scream, “I can’t feel God in my loneliness.”  Our minds cry out, “I can’t see how God can be good in this situation.”  But God’s word remains true, unchanging, and trustworthy, because God is true, unchanging and trustworthy.  He doesn’t change his mind, revise his plans or come up with a better way.  He keeps his promises.

So who or what are you going to believe – God, who cannot lie, or your finite senses that are as reliable as a headless chicken?