Monday morning, I decided it would be good exercise for me to walk to my office at the church (also because I had left my car there the day before). From my home to church is a two- and half-mile journey, but it’s mostly flat ground after you come down the hill past the high school. It was the perfect temperature for a stroll—65 degrees—with the smell of rain in the air.
I really enjoyed walking in Indian River, passing restaurants and stores I’ve visited many times, and businesses where my friends work or serve as owners. I noticed some leaves already turning and though many cars passed by, it was not the busy traffic of the summer season.
When I reached the memorial bridge, I saw the name “Michael Lindemuth,” a schoolmate of mine, who made the ultimate sacrifice for freedom in Iraq.
I climbed the hill to our church on Hemlock Street, grasping the front door 52 minutes after I’d left home. That’s a pretty slow pace, but I was in no hurry; just a steady walk.
In the Bible times that’s how most people got from place to place: they walked. It was their way of life. They must have noticed far more details and better experienced their surroundings, unlike us who are usually zipping along at 55+ miles per hour.
As I walked in Indian River this morning, so the Bible calls us to “walk” in Christ (Colossians 2:6). This means each day is a journey that we make in our lives, one foot in front of the other, with Jesus quite literally being all around us. He is the Way (John 14:6), and we are to walk in Him.
