Traipsing the country roads. Taking care to camouflage in normalcy. Perhaps a man walking from a broken down truck or a guy too drunk to drive the distance home, dreading the words of a spouse left too many times to worry. Nonetheless, you weren’t meant to notice all light neatly tucked beneath the woven wicker. My boots never mind the dirt or sand and the stones too frequent are easily shaken loose from beneath my toes.

Seldom shown a larger picture than the moment. I argue with the Master because, well, I just want to know it all right now. In argument your will takes prominence and once revealed may not be hidden in capped bottle. Forsaken by my foolishness I am left in the spot light of Sovereign command and obedience. Choice is not burden but the opportunity to become greater than the parameters of previous possibility.

The night gives me just the right chill to counter the sweat and heated discussion beneath my hat. Swear against this and fume against that my expectations serve me poorly, never failing to leave me outside the party wondering why I never fail to fail in pursuit of my fancy. Calming the clamor and clap of my boot falls upon the roadway. Reciting distant rhythmic memory of dances and days marking time on random parade deck of flat top.

What went wrong? Or perhaps why should I fume about all that went too right that it made my life charming yet predictable? Feeding the desire for extraordinary I wander the whispering lakes and fade into pines seeking something exciting within which to acquaint myself to knighthood. All along knowing that the association with good people and doing the works set before me are the only path to truth, sacrifice and recognition in so doing. Saving babies and leading those bereft of hope to a meeting with Mount Moriah or Gilgal leaves no room for regret or what could have been. On these mountain we find only what should and shall be.

Another state, another thousand people, who knows if it is our meeting they will remember. But that has never been the objective. For in their conversation I saw the need and pain, crying out for meeting with the one who loves them dearly. This world is short term, temporary and therefore holds no promise but to live, prosper, struggle and die hoping beyond worry that we did enough to perhaps be remembered by tombstone, township or Tory. My job is just the opposite knowing that in this life I will most likely be forgotten to be remembered forever in the next. That is my greatest hope that in my passing they met Him and found everlasting that we may truly get to know each other in eternity. That is a true reward, not the temporary fulfillment of sin, pleasure, accolade or fame but the certainty of being known by Him and those who truly believed forever.

The walk is my job and promise. Town to town, lake to lake, sky to sky. Never knowing the things I passed and never truly wondering the things I’ve missed in the treasured realization of the places been and the people met. You see to me they are family even if I’ve just met them. People telling me their deepest truths and trusting me with the knowledge that something I say or do will somehow make it all right, some how make it make sense. They know from whom I’ve come and they know that in the talents given, power imbued and righteousness worn as covering that they have met the agent of the King. I know what they need and have but to ask it of the Master then step aside to see them healed, prospered, made whole and fulfilled in the promises of His crafting. Leaving behind people now on the skinny path to abundant life everlasting.

Joy in this heart the road is my venture my Home not yet visible beyond the skies from whence it’s coming. It is faith that feeds my footfalls, love that fuels my heart and understanding that gives me peace and hope beyond the worlds’ understanding. I roam for Christ, seeking the one in hope that my findings will produce the last to accept His offer that His coming is assured in that timing. By the Grace of God I hope to meet you and share the Love of Christ that you may see His burning light of life and power within my eyes, heart and in His Words. You know Him and when we meet I will show you that meeting so that you too may walk these miles in hope of being who He made you. Welcome my Brother Sister my Friend to Caleb’s Crossing.