Wednesday, July 11, 2001
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
You show me the path of life. In your presence there is fullness of joy; in your right
hand are pleasures forevermore.
"How restlessly we pace the aisles... Waiting...Waiting...Waiting for THE STATION. When we
reach the station that will be it, we cry. When I am eighteen...When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes
Benz...When I put the last kid through college...When I pay off the mortgage...When I get a
promotion...When I reach the age of retirement...Then I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later we must realize that there is no station; no one place to arrive at once and for all.
The true joy of life is the trip that God has given to us.
(Psalm 16:11
NRSV)
Sometime back Ann Landers included in her column an essay by Robert Hastings entitled "The
Station." His words can stimulate our thinking: "Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic
vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out
of the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways; of children waving at a
crossing; of cattle grazing on a distant hillside; city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in
our minds is the final destination. On a certain day, at a certain hour we will pull into THE
STATION. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there so many wonderful
dreams will come true, and the many pieces of our life will fit together like a completed jigsaw
puzzle.
Dear God, help me to more fully enjoy the trip you have given to me. Amen.
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