The Highways of My Life

I enjoy the highways of life, especially the eight lane ones and when I was
a small child, the highways led to new adventures with little risk, Mom
and Dad were always there to make sure it was a small danger to me.

When I became a teenager, the highways seemed so bright.

I knew that my happiness had to be in flight.

As a young man I acquired a wife, and together the highways seemed so
right, Risk? What risk? The highways seemed to call, and the faster you
drive, the less your conscience sees those small pitfalls.

The world, called me to the fast lane, and promised many things, things of
pleasure, hope and fun, but it did require one little thing, I had to
get into a faster lane; one that required so much time, but it promised
power and wealth, and maybe even fame.

The highways of this world seemed to offer me real life, but the risks
were greater, and almost cost me my life, till one day on my eight-lane highway
to hell, I met a non-religious man. He told me about His Father...another
non-religious spirit. He talked about the highways of my life as if He
had been with me all along, and He knew all the curves, potholes, dead end,
and construction.

His love, and understanding, of my life drew me from the highway to His
rest stop and it was at that rest stop that I learned He was the Master
Designer of all. At his rest stop, I was given a book; He called the
Manufacturer's Handbook; it was all about Him and His Father and His
promises.

I needed to stop at that rest stop; and afterward I was not the same, and
when I re-entered the highway, it was only one lane. The Master Designer
had told me it would be a narrow road, but he did not tell me everything, and
I have discovered that his narrow lane runs down the middle of my old
eight-lane highway. Yes, it goes against the traffic and all the high-risk
travelers, keep going faster and faster to an endless hell.

You may be wondering if I have ever gotten off the narrow lane and back
onto the eight-lane highway, and the answer is yes, I have had a few
wrecks; But the Son of God, Jesus Christ the Master Designer has
promised to pick me up, and He is faithful, to return me to the contra flow,
narrow lane.

This is what happened to me one day on the way to hell.

From the Back Porch,

Bob Rice