Moving Toward The Mountain

31 Oct


There is a rebel molecule in my body,
a stubborn little voice that says:
“Don’t sit down.  Get up!  Let’s go somewhere!”
He likes to travel, see new things, hit the road.
He keeps whispering in my ear,
“Life’s a journey, and we’re not there yet.”
He annoys me when he hums that old
Willie Nelson tune, “On The Road Again”.
But he’s right.  The metaphor of life as journey
fits who I am as a disciple of Jesus, the
man who never stood still.
My journey has been from child to elder,
from yesterday’s ways to the person I am now,
and from seeing the good creation,
not as something to use but as someone
to honor.
I don’t know how much road remains,
but I do know that I feel better when I’m
looking up, not walking through life focused on
my shoe laces.  Especially better when I
let my eyes wander over the mountains,
strong, inviting, welcoming.
The Psalmist and I have the same molecule:
“I lift my eyes to the hills.  Where does my help
come from?  From God who made heaven and earth.”

“On the road again.  Just can’t wait to get on the road again.
Makin’ music with my friends.  I just can’t wait to get on the road again.”
Come on…let’s make some music.


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