An old truck in all it’s Glory

It was a weekday morning like any other.  Driving to work on the typically bustling and often jam packed freeway running thru the heart of the big city.  Everyone driving  fast with a mission to reach their destination first.  And there it was- as I waited at the light to get on the freeway, next to me sat  an old beaten up truck with two men in it.  Between the truck and the guys inside, they both seemed equally out of place.  The truck was dirty, scratched, faded paint, cracked glass, you get the picture.  The guys were wearing old, dirty clothes and  they were looking around both ways, on the phone seemingly asking a friend for directions and seemed lost.  As the light turned green and all the brightly colored, new clean cars raced by them to get on the freeway first, it hit me–  sometimes the best thing to be in life is a beaten up old truck letting everyone else pass you by.

To be going the other direction from everyone else. To look not ‘normal’ by your surrounding. To seem out of date, out of style and inferior by all accounts.  To be content and resting while all others race to achieve their goals. There was  a sense of inner peace, calm and unfettered freedom  to the old truck that I desired to have that escaped all  the other cars on that freeway.

As so it is with my life and yours – there comes a time [if we are so blessed to have such a moment] that you begin to see things with the eyes of an old truck.  That is, your eyes now see pretty things become ugly and  things previously unnoticed become breathtaking; goals become less consuming; and life finally starts to slow down as you see your environment in a different way.  You view your family different. It is an altogether transcendent moment, albeit a fleeting one most often that seems out of our grasp.

So what does one do once you have had ‘an old truck in the big city’ moment?  I would presume that old truck’s destniation that day was not some fancy downtown high rise office building or a fancy shopping center or even a Starbuck’s.  I would have to think he was in the city for a purpose and after that would go back to where old trucks shine like the golden sun in all their unique glory.

As so should we- follow the road that is in our good heart where God is speaking and is present and active.  Do you hear it? Or is the freeway noise of the world drowning it out??  That road won’t look like a busy city freeway during rush hour; there’s no way anyone’s heart can survive such.  The roadmap is different for each, but ask the Father to reveal to you with new eyes such a  moment of your life and may it  be your guide.  It is True.

Embrace it. It is all True.