As a kid, I loved magic eight balls. You could ask that mysterious black orb any question, give it a shake, and soon a milky triangle would appear with an answer. The early Israelites had their own magic eight ball that came in the form of a breastplate that contained the mysterious Urim and Tumim. However, instead of responding with a set of pregenerated answers, the answer came directly from God and always proved definitive. What does it mean to live in a time where there are many questions but no clear answers? In a time when we can no longer divine God’s guidance through the Urim and Tumim, how do we move forward? How do we know what’s right?