I wasn’t about to be that classic tourist, camera around the neck, map hovering in front of his face, asking everyone and their mother where Buckingham Palace was. Nope!
Yet, I was lost. And the next day. And the day after that.
Luckily, London has these handy stands with a map of where you are with major streets and landmarks. And it seems that the locals can sense this lostness from a block away; they don’t always help you, but some do.
Thursday, I ended up wandering through a local hospital. Don’t worry, I was fine. Directional dyslexia doesn’t require medical attention. Friday, I ended up getting off at the wrong stop and walking for over an hour. Yesterday, I showed up 15 minutes late to the first church service, and 20 minutes late to the night service. Today, I showed up 20 minutes late to a meeting.
There’s something about whenever I travel where things just seem to go wrong. Flights get cancelled, buses get delayed and directions take you to the wrong place. Last night, I watched 15 buses pass by as I waited for about 45 minutes until the right one finally came.
I’ve found myself get pretty frustrated — especially with no cell service or wifi available. I’m alone. I’m somewhat helpless, although I don’t like to admit it. But God has used it every time, to transform my worries into worship and give me a clean heart.
Last night, as I was waiting for the bus to come, wondering if I would have to lug my bag 4 miles to my destination, my heart changed and I just started laughing hysterically. My heart changed from frustration to fascination with what God was doing! Then, I started singing “Holy Spirit” by Jesus Culture as a prayer over the city, that He would come and transform lives.
Sure, I’m lost consistently everyday when I’m here. But I’m not the only one, and there’s far worse lostness here. I’ve met homeless people, immigrants and locals and in a sense, most of the people are lost with what really counts in life.
The businessman on the tube may know where the train is going, but will success bring him to his true destination? The immigrant may know the daily walk to her shop down the street, but will financial stability bring her lasting life? And the homeless man may know the street corners where he gets the most money, but where does he need to go for joy?
Sure, if I get lost I waste 30 minutes. But if someone lives their entire life for something that leads them in the wrong direction they waste 30 years…or more! London offers these various tantalizing directions, but they don’t bring you to the right destination. No wonder I’ve continued to get lost here!
It’s only when you’re lost and humbled, that you realize you need help to find the way. But when you think you’re found and you’re truly not…that’s when you’re truly lost!
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found.” — John Newton