Move It!

In September of 1972, Christine and I quit our jobs, packed the Toyota (no A/C) with most all our belongings and headed west from New York City. We knew we were not coming back. Nothing was waiting for us. Each day was an open book. Sometimes long drive. Sometimes novel stops. Always interesting people.

 

We stayed in Motel 6's (then $7.77 for a double, 25 cents an hour for TV) to conserve what money we had. Coolest building – Corn Palace, Mitchell, SD. Most jaw-dropping view – driving into Sheridan, WY. Worst pizza – Butte, MT. Longest drive – Butte, MT to Vancouver, BC (must have been the pizza.) Final stop a month later – Boulder, CO (and 6 months of being unemployed.)

 

Jesus says he is the Way. Our spiritual life is called a journey. How many of us would call our spiritual life more of an Encampment?  Encampment in the sense that we take few if any risks. Encampment in the sense that we stay stuck being defined by our past, for good or ill. Encampment in the sense that we will get on with life once we get everything we need in order. Encampment in the sense that all our time is spent getting and conserving stuff. Encampment in the sense that we are too busy to entertain anything beyond the urgent.

 

An adventure awaits. Christ is the guide. Pull up stakes.

 ⁵ Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
      do not depend on your own understanding.
 ⁶ Seek his will in all you do,
      and he will show you which path to take.    Proverbs 3:5-6 (NTL)