Here’s what I noticed on the way to our sabbatical destination.
- As soon as you leave your state of residence, you look like a nerdy tourist, especially when you wear the kind of shorts I wear.
- If you run over one small scrap of tire rubber on the freeway, it feels like you’ve hit a moose.
- No matter how new your vehicle is, or how conscientiously you’ve packed, you cannot shake feeling like the Beverly Hillbillies when you pull up to a motel.
- Stop saying it was hot where you came from. Beginning halfway through Mississippi, you can get a tan on your kneecaps, forearms, and any other exposed skin–while driving.
- And here’s something I noticed that will keep this blog kinda’ spiritual: When you read the Bible on the run like I did during the trip (I call it the 78 rpm approach), you can literally feel the overall theme of each book. Try it. I’m a huge proponent of slow reading for absorption and impact, but glide reading and finishing a book in about ten minutes keeps the overall thought of it together.
A couple of quick highlights keyed to cities on our route: In Jackson, Tennessee, First Timothy had something to say to those of us not disposed to any kind of structure in the Christian church (Apparently it’s hard to maintain godliness when nobody knows how to behave in the house of God). In Monroe, Louisiana, Second Timothy hammered me with warnings about spiritual decline and how to fight it. In Natchitoches, Louisiana, the Letter to Titus spoke of a Christian community in danger of sinking into idle living, and the need to come out of these lazy slumps through productive good works.
Anyway, it’s raining, I’m writing, and we’re resting. It’s too soon to say much more than that.
Until next week…