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Sometimes Life is a Highway

A friend of mine liked to sing “Life is a Highway” by Rascal Flatts and got only thru the chorus.

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

Then he began to share a slight bit of an allegory story about his personal life inside the church; specifically an unusual church. He had spent many years at different fellowships, but none like the following.

Imagine for a moment a church was like a NACAR race on an oval track. Constantly going around and around in a circle with no real destination in mind. As such, one didn’t have to trouble with the question “where are we going? or what do we stand for?” The answer was in the circle and the game was “follow the leader”; not as I do but what I tell you to do. After all, it was not a race even; but how to be entertaining enough to draw a big crowd of spectators in the stands.

Harmony was defined as everyone lining up behind the lead car and staying in line at the lead car’s pace. Around and around the series of sermons were from 5 years ago with a slight revamp. With the turnover in the stands, who would notice and those who remained year after year were fully mesmerized by the lead car’s tooting of the horn and shiny wheels and comfortable with all the “freebies” for the spectators.

Many times, the lead car would be towing another car; a friend of his. If the other cars trailed too closely, they might find themselves with a cracked windshield from all the loose nuts that fell onto the track. With all the swerving that towed cars tend to do, it was never safe to pass; so few did. Even so, occasionally, one of the cars would attend to do so (God leading them). But the lead car and the others in the line would honk the reminder to keep in line and keep the current pace.

The spectators enjoyed a little excitement from time to time. Nothing like watching the cars get banged around on the track. Sometimes they would be showered with something like metal shrapnel as a car would slammed against the wall. When the bruised car was towed off the track, there was something thrilling for the crowd to see and sad at the same time. After all, this provided something different than the normal pace.

But sometimes a car would pull themselves off the track; to look for another way and discover an open door. Outside was a whole new world, where the road stretched out of sight into the horizon. It was a place of freedom to run into the arms of the Savior; just as fast or as slow as God led. A place where new ideas were the norm. And this freedom in Christ felt good.

By Anonymous

May 5, 2014 Posted by Bill Wyler | Allegory | Leave a comment