Our ancestors charted the course
road upon road of precise measure
bridges, tunnels, super highways and cul-de-sacs
But these roads are so much more than gravel,
concrete, dirt and asphalt,
Our road becomes the unacknowledged witness
to the gritty moments in our wanderings on this
earth.
These roads know the first hopeful steps of a
toddler,
They caught the trickling blood from our knees
On the day dad let go of the bicycle seat,
They observe our first games of tag and catch,
The forbidden boundaries framing the safety in our
fresh-cut yards,
Seeing us lean in for our first kiss, venture out
that first night in the dorm,
The crossroads of adulthood, where choice and
freewill,
Blur the map and the destination seems to
disappear.
Roads that watched our good night kisses
are the same that hold us up as we run away from
home.
The crossroad moments, where choice and freewill,
Blur the map and the destination seems to
disappear.
Our road endures much as we sculpt it with our
bustle to and fro
Potholes form, rocks fall, cars slam through
guardrails,
Delays, detours, death in the family.
Highways with no exit ramps in site
Sudden twists and turns without slowing down,
Or worse yet, someone else behind the wheel,
Our life in their hands
And we wonder as we wander
How did we get here?
Some roads can be ugly, ominous, with sharp curves
ahead.
still, they speak of progress and
searching,
as we pursue meaning, find connections,
crave adventure, or long for home.
As we run this course before us, we hope for a safe
spot to rest.
Yet we long for momentum,
Crave both freedom and direction, purpose and
peace.
We pave our own way toward or away from something
or someone.
The map leading the way
Suddenly appears more like a spider’s web
Wounded and confused, we ask
Where do we turn?
Then You whisper "Follow me" and...
A new horizon stretches before us
beautiful, promising, full of possibility.
Risk with a rush, void of fear, for You lead the
way
We embrace and embody our mission
taking steps toward You together.
We will take Your message of hope to the
unreached,
the hurting and the marginalized.
We will follow You.
For this is
Your road.
“A line can be straight, or a street,
but the human heart, oh, no,
it's curved like a road through mountains.”
“You were all
called to travel on the same road and in the same direction,
so stay together, both outwardly and inwardly.” Ephesians 4:4-6
“And how blessed all those in whom
you live, whose lives become roads you travel; They wind through
lonesome valleys, come upon brooks, discover cool springs and pools brimming
with rain! God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and at
the last turn—Zion! God in full view!” Psalm 84:5-7
“Prepare God’s arrival! Make the road smooth
and straight!
Every ditch will be filled in, Every bump smoothed
out,
The detours straightened out, All the ruts paved
over.
Everyone will be there to see The
parade of God’s salvation.”
Luke 3:5-6
