The trouble with me when thinking about a journey, is that I tend to just think of TODAY. Always, it is where I am at TODAY. This weekend especially, as Friday I passed another of life’s markers and with a marvelous family around me, celebrated My Very Special Day.
In my early teens I could never see how a person would ever experience the year 2000. It really did bother me. After all, the world had just come through a hellish world war, we were embroiled in a war in Korea and a fellow by the name of McCarthy had developed a global paranoia around communist infiltration of the western world. No one it seemed was immune from the ‘red under the bed’ obsession.
But the world clawed its way back to sanity; my generation embraced their twenties, married, set up house, produced children, watched as society shook off the final strands of Victorianism and stood amazed as Flower Power gave way to the new war of Vietnam.
Where to go, what to do? Face responsibility - cope man, suck it up and cope with it!
Finally, for me, too many mistakes made, nowhere to go, nowhere.
And one evening, I heard the call, softly, tenderly, and gently, Jesus lifted my battered soul and the real journey began. A second shot at life.
Psalm 51 says it all; about moving from forgiveness, through restoration, re-creation and into useful service.
My wonderful adventurous life pales when matched with the richness, challenges, and ups and downs of a journey where faith and hope in Jesus Christ fill the backpack.
Today.
Today unfolds.
It is all I can see
Where am I going today, Lord?
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow are not related. Kin maybe, but related uh-uh. You see, Yesterday is never present, Today always is and Tomorrow never comes.
We always wake up in Today.
As Phil Callaway puts it, Today is a gift, it is the present.
What will we do Today, Lord?