My Grandfather Smith used to like to tell the story of how he dated my Grandmother "to be" in a horse and buggy. He would drop Mabel Lake off at her house, then he would head the horse for home. He would lay the reigns over the front of the buggy and lay back. Most of the time he would go to sleep. As the horse came into the yard, the buggy would run over a tree root that was there and wake Grandpa up. He knew he was home. My Grandfather put implicit faith in his horse. He knew the horse knew the way home. What a wonder it is to know that by putting our implicit faith in Jesus Christ that He will get us home.