I’m talking to Jack.
Hit the road, Jack. And don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road, Jack. And don’t you come back no more. What you say?
This fun song from Ray Charles is a little ditty we can all remember singing real loud…especially the “What you say?” part!So, when was the last time you hit the road? Ray’s song was actually a conversation with a woman he wasn’t having too much fun with. Their relationship was finding it’s end. And the nice young lady was telling Ray to “hit the road.”
She was encouraging him to get to steppin!
Another quote I ran across recently makes a statement of similar responsibility with a different sway. If any of you know who said this, please let me know. For now, it is anonymous.
No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, or happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than man could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast.
The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace. It does a bullet no good to go fast; and a man, if he be truly a man, no harm to go slow; for his glory is not at all in going, but in being. – Anonymous
When it comes to our walk as a local shared life community, some times it takes pitching tents. But when it comes to walking it out, one step at a time, we can get locked down in over analyzing the path in front of us, or worrying about our history with our journey with religion. We get locked down. Stuck in the mud.
If you have hiked up a difficult mountain or over a long distance that took a lot of time, there is a point where you meet a certain wall, or ceiling. Your body physically wants to stop. And it will…if you let it. Pitching the tent is a viable option. Rest is needed.
Then when you wake up.
Body has recovered, or is recovering. You look at the next few steps…and you think about what it is going to take.
Some times that can be daunting, to look up at the mountain looking down on you. You might see the vision of the path. You might see the stairs, or the rocks that you will be stepping on to go up…
Staying at the camp site is a decision. A viable one.
But sometimes the decision is to pick up the camp, and get going.
So, get to steppin! Hit the road, Jack! The road is in front of us. Waiting. Calling. Welcoming.
I’m talking to Jack.