Have you ever wanted to jump into a red ’57 Chevy convertible, with a full tank of gas, a good friend or two or three … or even all alone … and set off on a road trip? No plans, no schedule, no particular destination, no agenda, no expectations, no time limitations, oh, and did I say plenty of cash and plastic to take you anywhere your heart desired?
If I was alone, I’d stop in a neat little town with one diner, get hired on as a waitress, find out all about the people, their families, their idiosyncrasies, their deepest loves, joys, secrets, fears. I’d stay long enough to enjoy and be enjoyed, but not long enough to wear out my welcome.
If I was with a group of girls, OK, OK, old ladies like me, not full, but still possessing zip and zing; we’d wear white sunglasses, wide-brimmed straw hats, ruby-red lipstick to match our Chevy, and stop at any and all delightful eye-catching spots along the way. We’d make sure all pie shops and ice cream parlors knew we’d been there; we’d flirt with all the young men who are never intimidated by older women, they just enjoy the attention; we’d flirt with all the old men, who knew we were kidding; we’d shop for clothes, supplies, and anything else needed; we’d stop at all motels that looked like tepees, trailer park trailers for rent, rooms in old hotels that had Vacancy signs, and hope to find those beds you put quarters in to have a nice relaxing massage after a long day on the road.
This sound like some of the romance novels you’ve read ladies? Come on, you’ve wanted to do this, too! Take your old life and chuck it; give up what’s familiar and try on a new persona; make new friends and leave them-no hard feelings.
Now, just hear me out; isn’t that what Jesus and his disciples did? The disciples gave up everything-family, friends, jobs, homes. Jesus had already made this transition. He now needed help. Twelve men, some were brothers, some not, some were loud and bossy, some were quiet and wise, some were trustworthy, one was not. They left together and traveled by foot on a journey like no other. Stopping along the way, they met people others may not have even spoken to, or had a meal with. They took lodging where they were welcomed; kept going when they weren’t. They relied on faith that Jesus knew what He was doing, where He was going; they believed in His mission, and were willing to follow. These men witnessed first hand the lame made to walk, blind made to see, lepers cured, and a man raised from death. What a trip, what an experience, what an opportunity-the opportunity of a lifetime! Wouldn’t you have given anything to be there? They did; they gave their lives-for Him-for us.
Dear Lord, thank You for those lives lived over two thousand years ago. Thank You for the sacrifices these men and women made to bring Your Word down through time. Bless them for their work, their belief, their faith in what Jesus said was Truth. May I accept Your plan for my life; bless me with opportunities to share my faith; teach me to listen to the counsel of those who are further along life’s path; help me discern what is mine to do, and what is mine to learn. May I take off willingly on any path You would have me travel with joy in my heart, peace in my soul, and enthusiasm for what lies ahead! Amen
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” – Gustave Flaubert
“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous
“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Andre Gide
“If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” – James Michener
“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” – Bill Bryson
“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” – Neale Donald Walsch
Robert Frost may have said it best.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Zip: energy, vigor