Broken Roads - Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

Recently I was driving down one of the busier streets in our town.  The pavement is cracked and ruddy from heat and cold and harsh conditions.  When I reached the intersection where the road crosses a large motorway the pavement changed.  The feel of fresh pristine blacktop under my tires was amazing.  The sound was less, the ride smooth, and wish was that it never end.

When I was much younger I had the same experience on a motorcycle over 145 miles of newly opened interstate.  I can still feel the smoothness of that ride.  The beauty of the stars in my solitary night ride held the feeling of drifting through the air unfettered by anything.  The memory of that unbroken road is the standard by which I measure all roads riding or driving. 

We take so many roads.  Some are rough and hard.  Occasionally there is one that is easy and light.  Too often we choose broken roads when we are called to take the narrow one where the burden is light.  We choose roads where there is guaranteed pain and sorrow.  We choose the ones where the sings warn us:  Turn Back, Road Closed, or Danger.

We convince ourselves that we have a tough four wheeled drive vehicle.  We arrogantly believe that we can travel the road unharmed.  We lie to ourselves that we can travel the broken roads in the world.  Jesus made it clear that the way is narrow.  I have discussed that Jesus makes it clear also that he is the way, the truth, and the life. 

I see so many that I love traveling broken roads.  The pains that we self-inflict to hide other pains become the treacherous roads that destroy our ability to travel.  The journey does not have to be this way.  As I travel I need to think through the roads that look like a challenge but are really a temptation to detour to destruction. 

Ride with me a bit as we look at the road and its place in the journey.  As always Dear Reader your questions and thoughts are welcome.  Oh and don’t forget to look for the beauty along the way.  There is plenty.

Someone Worth Dying For – MIKESCHAIR

You might be the wife,

Waiting up at night

You might be the man,

Struggling to provide

Feeling like it's hopeless

Maybe you're the son

Who chose a broken road

Maybe you're the girl

Thinking you'll end up alone

Praying God can you hear me?

Oh, God are you listening?

Am I more than flesh and bone?

Am I really something beautiful?

Yeah, I want to believe,

I want to believe that

I'm not just some wandering soul

That you don't see and you don't know

Yeah, I want to believe,

Jesus help me believe

That I am someone worth dying for

I know you've heard the truth

That God has set you free

But you think you're the one

That grace could never reach

So you just keep asking,

Oh, what everybody's asking

Am I more than flesh and bone?

Am I really something beautiful?

Yeah, I want to believe,

I want to believe that

I'm not just some wandering soul

That you don't see and you don't know

Yeah, I want to believe,

Jesus help me believe

That I am someone worth dying for

You're worth it, you can't earn it

Yeah, the cross has proven,

That you're sacred and blameless.

Your life has purpose!

You are more than flesh and bone

Can't you see your something beautiful

Yeah, you gotta believe, you gotta believe

He wants you to see,

He wants you to see that

You're not just some wandering soul

That can't be seen and can't be known

You gotta believe, you gotta believe

That you are someone worth dying for

You're someone worth dying for

Someone worth dying for

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

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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