The Highways of My Life

 

 

The Highways of My Life

 

I enjoy the highways of life, especially the eight-lane ones. When I was
a small child, the highways led to new adventures with little risk. Mom
and Dad were there to make sure it was a small risk 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 seem so
right. Risk? What risk? The highways seemed to call. The faster you
drive, the less your conscience sees, the small pitfalls.

The world called me to the fast lane and promised many things. Things of
pleasure, hope, and peace, 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 my life. One day on my eight-lane highway
to hell, I met a nonreligious man. He told me about his Father...another
nonreligious spirit. He talked about the highways of my life as if he
had been with me all along. He knew all the curves, potholes, dead ends,
and construction.

His love and understanding of my life drew me from the highway to his
rest stop. At that rest stop, 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. Afterward, I was different, 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.
I have discovered that his narrow lane runs down the middle of my old
eight-land highway. Yes, it goes against the traffic and all the high-risk travelers keep going faster and faster to nowhere.

You may wonder if I have ever gotten off the narrow lane and back
onto the eight-lane highway. The answer is yes, and 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 contraflow,
narrow lane.

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

Bob Rice