13 August 2016
Of Mice and Men – The Road
Greetings Dear Reader,
At this point the road slips beneath us at speeds my Great-Grandfather thought dangerous to humans. I love long drives especially when they take me to knew and unknown roads.
This journey is mostly familiar and I have driven it dozens of times over the last twenty years. There are moments and landmarks that mean much to me. The hamlet of Paw-Paw with it windfarm and train museum is a byword in our family. We have broken down twice there.
The Effingham Cross is always a moment of prayer and reverence for me. That such a great symbol of death inspires so deeply is a beautiful analogy of redemption to me. It is also the gateway moment to Metropolis and the Superman Museum.
My destination today is Macon. I have not been to Macon in some time though it figures greatly in the first part of my dystopian novel currently under construction. I first road in an old Thunderbird on my way to Macon as a boy. The car had a slide over steering wheel and a thermometer speedometer.
Driving always brings out so many memories. Christmas is sleeping as is her passion when traveling. The combination of the road and her snoring gives me so much time to muse and reflect. I try to get the most out of the journeying part of the journey. It is rarely the destination for me.
Both freedom and loneliness are constant companions for me when I drive long distances. I pray and worship the God I love as I drive. I ponder the lives of those I pass and who pass me. I wonder where they are on the path back to God. Everything about this journey is about the fellow travelers and our Guide.
As I near each milestone I hope that I impart love and grace to the single serving friendships I encounter at gas stations and diners. I hope that I am kind to those who seek hope and landmarks that guide them home.
I realize that there is no destination here that is more attractive to me than my final destination. I long for that Undiscovered Country where the clearing at the end of the path yields welcome and true home. For now, I must find what joy I can in the journey.
Our real adventure begins tomorrow. For today I will look at the sunrise, enjoy the road, and stop at a Cracker Barrel for breakfast. As I meddle in the affairs of wizards and fairies I will take care not to get burned. The road goes ever on and on Dear Reader. Journey well today as I hope to do. Spare a prayer for me if you are so inclined.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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