Once, while visiting Reykjavik, we decided to visit their big shopping mall. I thought it would be interesting to see all the different stores and how they compared to here. It turned out that their stores were just about the same as Buffalo. You know how they say “the best part is getting there,” well, not always.
Lovely lady on the street in Reykjavik
As we approached the bus stop, the language barrier was obvious. But, I was not to be deterred. Using my exceptional “hunter-gatherer” skills, I am a man, after all, I found the correct bus number to take and we waited.
In about ten minutes, the bus came and off we went. We had been walking everywhere up to this point and so, it was nice to finally ride somewhere. The homes are beautiful, and as we glided by from stop to stop, we were mesmerized by the scenery. The houses changed from old to new as we rode farther from the city center.
I started getting concerned when we ran out of houses and entered an industrial area. Looking around, I realized that we were the only ones left on the bus. The mall, though supposedly just 4 miles away, was nowhere in sight. About then we actually came to the end of the road. Expecting the bus to turn around and go back, we were shocked when the driver pulled over and parked.
They even have a Krispy Kreme in Reykjavik (at the airport)
In very bad English he informed us that it was the end of the line and we had to get off. When I asked if we could just ride back he said no. As we exited, he got off the bus, locked the door, and with a lunch bucket in hand, strolled off.
After a few minutes of walking, we realized that we were lost, literally abandoned at the end of the road. We accepted our failure and called for an “Uber” to the mall. We also took an Uber back to our apartment. I had no desire to try the bus line again. My “Icelandic” language skills had proven to be non-existent. It was an adventure, to say the least. But I did learn something.
The bus you’re on may look like the bus to the mall, but it may not be and it’s kind of the same with religions.
Churches in Reykjavik are only shells. No on attends except for funerals or weddings.
There are millions of good, respectable, god-fearing people on the wrong bus. They may be Muslim or Hindu, Jehovah’s Witnesses, or even Jewish, but they are all on the wrong bus. It looks just like the right bus, but the destination is different.
Jesus said there is no other way to get to heaven but through him. He is the way, the door, the “right bus.”
If He was wrong then any bus will might get you where you’re going. But if He is right — you may not want to get off your bus at the end of the line.
Make a choice today to get on the right bus. Accept no imitations. There is no “uber” back from hell.
