A while back, I pastored a church in Staunton, Virginia. Staunton is near Charlottesville, where I went to college and where I met my wife Pam. Pam worked as a news anchor at the TV station in Charlottesville, so whenever we drove there, we had to drive over Afton Mountain. The road wound up and through a pass in the Blue Ridge Mountains. When it was cloudy, the fog on Afton Mountain could get very thick. They actually put runway lights in the road because of the limited visibility. Occasionally there were multi-car accidents.
Last week I shared one of my poems. I heard from some of you who liked it, and others who did not really connect - but I appreciate the feedback. Last Sunday I preached on the "I AM" saying of Jesus, "I am the light of the world." The poem below was written when I was thinking about what it was like to follow the sometimes faint light God offers us in life. Faith is often a journey of trust. God rarely shows us the whole path of our lives before us. More often it is just one light at a time.
This Sunday we will finish up the "I Am" series talking about what it means when Jesus says, "I am the way." I know there are times I wish God would show me the whole way in life, but that is not God's way. So, we trust God -- one step, one light at a time. God's promise is that when we do that, he will eventually lead us to where we need to be. And I believe that is all we really need.
Crossing Afton Mountain
I move up the gradual incline
through fog thicker than sunlight
amber runway lights embedded in concrete
lead me deeper into the fog.
It is a faith journey of sorts.
One light at a time,
trusting the road
and the road-maker
leading me on.