"Not a Bad Road Trip"(“You’ve come to Mount Zion, the city where the living God resides. The invisible Jerusalem is populated by throngs of festive angels.” Hebrews 12:22 [The Message])
It wasn’t a bad road trip; indeed, it sounds silly to describe it in the negative as if
“not a bad” implies it was less than spectacular. But it wasn’t spectacular either. It wasn’t
“non-descript”
as if nothing happened of any significance during the trip at all. There were plenty of memories
made,
places pointed out,
a few hikes,
one chance encounter with someone who looked like someone we knew who we didn’t know at all,
so I suppose
it wasn’t a chance encounter at all.
But the thought that it was a chance encounter, and that we thought we recognized him made for an amusing story
and we tell it to this day.
We played 22 games of 20 questions, found license plates from 37 states, including Hawaii (always have wondered why Hawaiians don’t just rent a car when they get here),
and only had to stop unscheduled twice for relief.
“not a bad” implies it was less than spectacular. But it wasn’t spectacular either. It wasn’t
“non-descript”
as if nothing happened of any significance during the trip at all. There were plenty of memories
made,
places pointed out,
a few hikes,
one chance encounter with someone who looked like someone we knew who we didn’t know at all,
so I suppose
it wasn’t a chance encounter at all.
But the thought that it was a chance encounter, and that we thought we recognized him made for an amusing story
and we tell it to this day.
We played 22 games of 20 questions, found license plates from 37 states, including Hawaii (always have wondered why Hawaiians don’t just rent a car when they get here),
and only had to stop unscheduled twice for relief.
The air conditioner worked,
we agreed on most of the radio channels along the way, lotting out the choices hour by hour
to our little 3 passenger crew.
The miracle of the trip was never being pulled over for speeding, bad brake lights or forgetful
tags.
The paper map and the blackberry gps both agreed at every turn and
we waited only once, about 20 minutes, for construction, handing the
guy with the sign a plum as he waved us slowly through.
we agreed on most of the radio channels along the way, lotting out the choices hour by hour
to our little 3 passenger crew.
The miracle of the trip was never being pulled over for speeding, bad brake lights or forgetful
tags.
The paper map and the blackberry gps both agreed at every turn and
we waited only once, about 20 minutes, for construction, handing the
guy with the sign a plum as he waved us slowly through.
It really wasn’t a bad road trip at all.
But coming home was the best, with God greeting us like grandpa who waits up the entire night for the family to arrive from across the country. Grandma always fell asleep along toward midnight, with Grandpa somehow watching till we pulled up about 4 in the morning.
Coming home was the best, the angels dressed unstressed and dancing as if we had never left.
Coming home is always the best and the return trip seemed to take half the time. Now that we’re home I think I’ll rest after a dance or two with the angels and a long-needed talk with Grandpa
About it all.
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