There are lots of things we can skip knowing, but there are some things we need to be sure of. A way to heaven has been made; you can be sure you’ll end up there. Yes; you can know. It’s not about how; it’s about who.
John 14:5 says Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way? Right away Jesus saw the error in Thomas’ statement. It wasn’t the how that mattered. Verse 6 says Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
It’s the eve of revival. Life is complicated. The devil likes to cloud things. God doesn’t expect us to know the how of things. Aren’t you glad there is a who! Jesus told Thomas not to worry about how. Trust Jesus. Know him first. Turn it all over to him, and he’ll show you how. He is still the way, so we won’t be misled by him. He is still the truth, so he won’t lead us wrong; we need not fall for Satan’s lies. He is still the life. With him, Satan can’t destroy us. There is none other with these qualifications, so why trust anyone else. I don’t have any of that in myself, but there is ONE who does.
We’re like Thomas. We don’t know the way or how. There is a where—heaven. There is a way there—Jesus. In his own words Jesus said I am the way. A way exists for all. Jesus was saying that where we go, we know—heaven, and the way we know—Jesus. There is a heaven no matter what others say. As sure as there is a heaven, there is a hell. The unsaved will go there. All of us Thomas’, Peter’s, John’s and Mary’s don’t have to worry about how to get there. We are to trust Jesus. He’ll get us through. There is a revival, a renewing, and a restoration. It is not difficult, only as difficult as we make it. We get in the way. Jesus never said how. He said “trust me.” Only as we trust him will we know how.
I saw a painting in a store in Abingdon. It was a dark painting of several sheep clustered together, haggard, broken—strays for sure. They were in the middle of a pasture at night in a snow storm. The eyes of the sheep reflected how lost they were. One sheep had been pushed above the others. He looked toward something. Only then did I notice the figure in the distance with a hook firmly planted to assist in the storm. It shined a cross in his face so that it was hidden. His hand was cupped around his mouth as he yelled something in the direction of the sheep. He was calling to them. That sheep was turning to hear the voice of its shepherd.
That’s us. If we listen carefully, we’ll hear the voice of our shepherd telling us to trust him and find the way, the truth, and the life we desire.