Growing up, I learned the art of planning from my mom. She was really good at it that even cooking required planning., I would wake up in the morning and she would look at me and ask “my brother, what we gon’ have for lunch in this house?” It baffled me how when all I was thinking about was breakfast, she was planning lunch in her head. There were two instances when my mom would refer to me as “my brother”. When she was in a good mood and when I had made a mistake. When I was in trouble was worse because she had more ways of referring to me. “Mister” or “Tim Michael Mjete”. When an African mom calls you by your two or three names, you’re in deep shit.
Anyway, back to planning. We had planned this trip to go visit my grandma Margaret for weeks. I was excited about seeing her, I loved her because she genuinely loved me, she had this beautiful and gentle spirit. Early the next morning we took a cab to the bus terminal. I’m sure millennials are wondering why we didn’t call an Uber. Maybe I’ll talk about it in the next article. The plan was to be there in time to catch the 6:10 AM bus. My mom is never late. We got there in time but as we stood there, my mom changed her mind. “Let’s take the 6:30 one instead,” she said. She knew I wasn’t the kind to question her judgment, she knew I trusted her but she still chose to explain. “I don’t know how to say this, but I feel the Spirit is leading me in another way. You are too young to understand this but you got to trust me okay?” “Sure mom,” I said like the well-mannered kid I was being raised to be.
The bus we boarded took another route, it was a long one and it didn’t have lots of beautiful sceneries than the other way but I didn’t complain. I was just happy to go be with nana. I laid back in my seat and buried myself in a collection of Paulo Coelho’s quotes. Halfway through our journey, a distress call came in, the bus we were to take earlier had been involved in a fatal accident, the weather had been so bad in the mountains, the driver lost control. There were reports that so many people had lost their lives. I looked at my mom, ‘it could have been us’, I said without saying.
Matthew 2:12 [ESV] And being warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they departed to their own country by another way.
The wisemen as Matthew records were ready to go back to their country by the only way they knew but as it turns out God led them by another way. There are times in this walk of life that God does things that don’t make sense to us, there are times that God leads us in ways we are not accustomed to in order to protect His purpose for our lives. Like the invalid man at the pool of Bethesda, sometimes we get so accustomed to our ways; we get so familiar to what we know so much so that when God leads us in an opposite direction, we resist. “No, God knows he’s not my type, He can’t lead me to a guy like him”, “If God wanted me to be a preacher, He wouldn’t have allowed me to study marketing in the first place”. See, God’s ways are not our ways, He knows the end from the beginning. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be in an unfamiliar way with God than be in a familiar way without Him.
Child of God, Another Way