I was 28 when I decided to go to the USA for the first time. The thought was daunting. Though not my first international trip, it was my biggest endeavour up till then.
My destination was decided, I knew where I was going but had no idea of cost or possible dangers along the way.
The travel agent was a natural. She took out a map (this was long before the Internet, laptops, and smartphones), and with pen in hand, she extracted as much information out of me as she needed in order to get me to where I thought I wanted to go. Even when returning the next morning to change some of my place-and-date details, she smiled and said, “Working out all your flights across the USA is a lot more interesting than arranging weekend trips to Sydney.”
When I was 16, I decided to get serious about going to heaven—that thought was beyond daunting. Although I had had more than one “spiritual travel adviser” along the way, I still had no real idea of the cost or possible dangers along the way.
I had rejected “church tradition” and, to be fair, with the help of some of those “spiritual travel advisers” (some of them were Godsends), had decided the Bible was my only hope—so I read it!
I needed help from someone who knew what they were doing. Someone with Bible in hand to map out God’s thoughts on where I needed to go.
Jeremiah had told the Hebrew captives in Babylon that they would go home to Jerusalem when they looked to God. God promised: “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:13).
I learned first-hand that God honours those who set their faces towards the New Jerusalem.
So, with my destination decided, and Peter Craig with his Bible in hand, my blessed journey was mapped out before me—Praise God!
John Staiger
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