The flow of the morning commute is unfolding on the roads not far from my house. The pace is the only variable. It will be determined by an assortment of conditions; weather, volume, construction and accidents. Yet, I imagine, even the impact of conditions is somewhat known. The commute is part of a routine that defines the commuter’s life.
The people in those cars are not lost. They know where they are going, why they are going there and the place they will return. They are known by name. At work they will be called by name, monitored by name and their efforts will be recorded by name for government purposes. They are known by name at home, as well.
Can people who know the nature of their journey, their purpose, and their name be lost? I wonder how it would be received if I rolled down my window and shouted to the car next to me, “The kingdom of heaven has come near?” Would you receive it as good news? If so, why?
I’m not sure what is going on in the life of a commuter. However, I know it is possible, maybe even likely, for people who know so much to still feel lost on their commute through life. Sometimes the routine of life cannot provide all the meaning we are searching to find. Jesus sends out his disciples to the lost sheep to proclaim the good news that the kingdom of heaven has come near. These words are an invitation to discover Christ is near to you and his nearness brings healing.
If you knew Christ was standing in front of you right now, what would you tell him about your commute? And where would you ask for healing? Christ’s power to respond is the good news.