The late Dr. George A. Buttrick told of an early camping trip taken by him and his family in one of those primitive Baby Overland cars. The roads were gravel or dirt, and on a good day the travelers could usually cover only about a hundred miles. Toward the end of the trip, they were attempting to reach home in one long, hard drive.

It was about midnight, and raining. The going was difficult, auto headlights dim, visibility poor. But presently the road improved, and the Buttricks commented to each other about it. Now the road was level and even, mostly straight, with only a few gentle curves. After driving many miles, they finally observed that all the curves went the same way, all to the left, and that they seemed to be passing similar places over and over again.

At last Dr. Buttrick stopped the car, got out, and began an exploration of the area. Having seen no road signs for a long time, they had no idea where they were. To their great embarrassment, Dr. Buttrick's exploration revealed that in the darkness they had somehow gotten off the public road and onto a race track, and had been driving round and round on it for a long, long time. Tired and eager to be home, with a couple of children who were weary and wet and hungry - and here they were going round and round on a race track!

Many of us do a similar thing in the directions of our living. Our worship should help us to find out where we are, and to get off the go-round and back on a road that goes somewhere.