How Do We Follow Jesus?
At the end of boot camp back in the Summer of 1995, the “final exam” was to lead a squad-level attack.
We all took turns out in the woods in Northern Virginia getting orders from command to go here and do this and go there and do that, and eventually it was time for Candidate Jones to go.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent (or the guilty, in this case).
Candidate Jones gets his orders and tracks out on the map where he will lead his team, but he had a moment of hesitation. This wasn’t anything too unusual for Candidate Jones; he just wasn’t very sure of himself.
The rest of the squad, the other eleven of us, are just sitting around eating our MRE’s with our gov’ment cheese, just waiting for Candidate Jones to get his stuff together.
Finally, it was time. We had our rifles, our orders, and off we go traipsing through the woods. Usually, we would just get our bearings on our compass and just go.
Not with Candidate Jones.
Every 100 yards or so, we would stop, drop and Candidate Jones would spend precious time looking at the map again.
The rest of the eleven of us knew he had no clue where he was or where he was going.
You know you are in trouble when the instructor who is grading you comes up to you and asks you this question: “Hey, where are you going?”
We continued on to our point of attack, ran up the hill with our battle cries, and when we got to the top, there was no one there to attack! The hill we were supposed to attack was 2 kilometers away!
Who you follow determines where you will end up.
Who are you following?