Road Trip Anyone?

I’ve come to another of those forks in the road of life. BUT (whining) it’s only been a few years since we left a secure position, dear friends, and church family to follow the road to seminary. We would have been happy to travel with those folks the rest of our days but someone beckoned us down a path less traveled, less familiar, and definitely less secure.

Every life can be charted by a series of turning points where decisions were made or not made. We make hundreds of decisions everyday and most have no life significance but there are those junctures that will forever sit on the timeline of our life. Sometimes we see the fork coming in the road and can prepare for it. Sometimes it is obscured until we are upon it. Each time we must choose. The problem is that some roads have no near off-ramps or opportunities for a u-turn. And these decisions aren’t just whether we take the scenic route or the express lane. These route choices shape the reality we travel in and our destination.

Sue and I are not only taking a new direction in life but we are preparing to launch a new church (and not your grandma and grandpa’s church either – even though we are, but more on that later). Right now we are asking God for directions and inviting others to join us in the journey. Any chance you’d be interested in coming along? After all, a road-trip is always more fun and exciting with friends.

The Road Not Taken

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 marked 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.

– Robert Frost

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