There is a difference between going somewhere by car or by motorcycle.
It is roughly 20 miles from our house to church. With the weather finally breaking and becoming a little cooler my wife and I took the long way this past Sunday, adding about ten miles just to lengthen the ride.
We took a different route home, adding about the same amount of miles to the return trip.
When I travel by car, I simply want to get there. I take the quickest way and arrive at the destination as efficiently as possible.
But when I ride, the journey itself matters, not just the destination. I smell the trees, feel the wind, notice details easily missed when driving in a car. As I lean with the bike into a twist, I am in that moment in a way I can not experience in a car.
I thought about this on the way home yesterday. Life can be like driving in a car. Constantly looking to arrive somewhere, in a hurry, checking the time. How many of us focused so much on this past weekend finally getting here that we stopped living along the way?
How much of our time is spent not focused on the journey, but only the destination?
How do we live in the moments we have?
Jesus said, "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10
Life is full of many moments that are easily missed when we are in a hurry to get things done. The sound of a loved one's voice or laughter, the aroma of a favorite meal and yes, the wind in our face as we head on down the road.
The weekend is gone, Monday is here. Will we experience every day between this one and Friday? Will we find the hidden treasures along the way?
