Are you on a journey? Is there a place you wish to end up? Are you just following the yellow-brick road? What’s the end look like? Who’s with you? Or is this journey your own?
I used to be a waitress and on Sundays you can almost guarantee that instead of a cash tip, you’d have a couple of people give you a religious tip. It was in the form of a pamphlet. Now, I do not know about you, but I couldn’t take those to the electric company and pay my bill. Needless to say, I loathed getting those instead of actual money. I received one that will never leave my memory. There were people on a wider path, at the end was fire. There were also people on a narrow path. If guessed they were heading towards light, you guessed correctly. Not only did I not get paid for my service, but now I have to look at images of “God’s children” walking into fire to burn for all eternity. Nice. At the time, I wasn’t interested in religion, and had no idea what spirituality even meant. What I knew of it was that I was on the fire side of this picture. I lied about needing a moon pie when I was about 7-years-old and was already informed I was going to hell. I knew of God and Jesus growing up and I was pretty sure they hated me or had already determined my eternal home.
Then God happened. The True Divine. When I met God in the place I needed Him most, I decided to put one foot in front of the other and walk my journey. Its hills and valleys, its off-road rough and tumble, its winding roads, and its surrounding nature all teach me when I allow myself to be taught. Sometimes I drag through the deep swampy mud in my flip-flops, and sometimes I’m riding on a high-horse. That horse is clumsy and temperamental. I’m always bound to be thrown off of it. I always have God present, Christ as my guide, and the Comforter, so the hard times aren’t as hard.
There is a journey from the baby in the manger, to the Teacher, to the Cross, and to the empty tomb. As we wait for peace and hope, let’s reflect on the journey we’re on. Where are we now? What’s next?