I’m northbound, when this refuge beckons. It’s a six-person House of God, streaming colored light through little windows.
I ask myself two questions:
Do I really have time to stop?
Can I really afford not to stop?
I take a detour from my 60-mile-per-hour life, and pull onto the roadside driveway of a wee chapel in an Iowa cornfield. Because every heart on pilgrimage needs rest stops on the journey home.
I’m still miles from home, and I have appointments on the calendar, but I stop anyhow, because I want to get a better glimpse of my destination.
And I’m thinking that the best way to really get ahead in life is to stop moving altogether.
I turn off the ignition, and move toward stillness. I turn the knob of a creaky wooden door and peek inside. I’m looking for instructions here on the best way home. Does anyone know the best way home?
I’ve been in this place before, where the Bible is always spread open and the light is always on.
I stopped last fall, as a weary traveler in need of a respite from my interstate-speed life.
Funny, how life repeats itself. Is this a rerun of a past episode? Did someone just hit rewind on my life? And can I please, please hit the pause button right here, and stay rooted in these spirit-calming verses spread open on the altar?
I bow low, bent, dropping my forehead onto His Word to pray. Life moves fast, Lord. Will You grab the reins, tugging me closer to You?
I’m in a different place than I was a year ago … at least I think so. I hope?
Am I different, God? I ask Him. Have I grown?
Eleven months have passed since I last stopped here. In the guest book, I find my signature, 28 pages back, and a lot of life has spun ’round in the last 337 days.
The guy who signed in after me last October reminds the weary traveler: “There might not be a tomorrow.”
What if I really am closer to Home than I think?
I don’t know how far I’ve got to go, but I’ve moved forward and — I pray — closer to Him, with a more restful spirit.
“Make Yourself my all-consuming passion,” I pray.
I flip the pages on the altar Bible, search the Scriptures, and these words are the ones I find:
“And ye shall seek me and find me when ye shall search for me with all your heart.” — Jeremiah 29:13
Before I go, I grab the pen, inking my place here on this rest stop. I leave the light on for the next weary sojourner.
I step into my car to head home, but I’ve already found my way home.
And He really is my Way home.
A repost from the archives … one year ago.