P1050079 smallTwo men were driving through the countryside at dawn, heading for a mid-morning talk. It seemed like they had been driving for an awfully long time, so the passenger turned to the driver and asked,

“Are you sure this is the right road?”
“Oh yes, this is the right road, definitely.”

They motored on for a while. Nothing was said.

“Don’t you think we should stop and ask for directions?”
“No, no, no. I know where I’m going.”

Seeing an old man walking down the road, the passenger said, “Stop the car. I want to ask directions.”

He leaned out the window. “Sir,” he asked, “Where does this road go?”
The old man said, “This road doesn’t go anywhere. Tell me where you want to go and I will tell you how to get there.”

For as long as I can remember I’ve been loosely wondering about what Jesus meant when he said, “I am the way …” When I heard this story, the light came on.
So I had to write a verse. Then it turned into a poem:


I am the way. Wherever you
may go I am already there.
All paths begin and end in me;
I’m not going anywhere.

Anyone who wants to know
the truth, wherever he may be,
in this or any other place
or time, will surely come to me.

I am the life. Creations rise
and draw their life from me, and when
their work is done, return to me;
my life does not begin or end.

I am the first, I am the last,
the ultimate authority —
yet I’m the humble servant of
the one who gives his heart to me.


What do you think? Are we on the right road?
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