I got really lost once. Well, ok, it’s been way more than the one time because I have the world’s worst sense of direction. Not exaggerating. It’s really that epically bad.

Anyway, here’s a story about ONE of the MANY, MANY times I got lost.

I made the trek out to see a high school football game featuring my old alma mater. This was pre-me having GPS and/or a smart phone. Most likely, I had my directions scribbled down on a very wrinkly piece of paper that I stuck in my pocket and prayed that I wouldn’t lose.

I did just fine getting there. It was a good game and I’m fairly certain we won. Or they won and I observed.

On the way back was an entirely different story. It was dark, the road had two lanes, and I was in unfamiliar territory. I got lost.

I probably missed a turn in the dark and proceeded to lose what precious little sense of direction I had. And sanity.

Also, my car wasn’t acting right. It kept stalling out on me at very inopportune times. Like on a two-lane road in the dark in the middle of nowhere. I swear I heard banjos playing the theme from Deliverance. I was scared out of my mind.

I love what my pastor said: Christianity isn’t about how we can get to God, but how God in Jesus has come to us.

When you’re lost, you don’t need someone asking questions like, “Where are you?” If you knew that, you wouldn’t be lost. I personally don’t like people trying to give me more directions on how to get out of being lost. If I were any good at following directions, I wouldn’t have missed that infamous turn and gotten lost in the first place.

You need someone who can come to you and show you the way out.

That’s what Jesus did. He came to show lost people the way out, the way back, and the way home.

That is Christmas. It’s a time to come home. And Jesus has come to show you and me the way.