1993. We were more aware of fireworks than freedom...A long walk
that began before daylight on this holiday morning was a search for
answers, a desperate search that brought unexpected results.
Serious family problems and a recent job lay off
had my mind in turmoil. The separations and upheavals in our lives
were still intense as we began a week long conference in Colorado
Springs. The beautiful scenery plus our long time friendship with
the conference speakers were welcome.
So, long before daylight on July 4th, I was out
walking. A mountain stream I encountered was of special interest,
probably due to my growing up on the plains of West Texas. I
followed the stream for about three miles and finally came to a road
and bridge over the stream. The bridge had a sign that read
"Rocky Mountain Creek". I stood on the bridge and enjoyed
the sights and sounds of what West Texans only see on post cards.
The stream, about 20’ wide was tumbling over rocks with a small
water fall. I was were I wanted to be because the beautiful scenery
and sounds of the stream were so different from all the turmoil of
the past few months. I was becoming bitter and really needed for
something to happen in my life. Little did I know that the something
would be the Rocky Mountain Creek.
As the sun came up, I could see more of the
stream and really liked what I saw. My mind was completely lost in
the sights and sounds. Slowly I began to focus on the deep pond near
the bridge. I was able to see every pebble on the bottom as it was
crystal clear and seemed to be standing still. I looked carefully,
relishing the examination, maybe like a 10 year old boy from West
Texas would or perhaps like only a 52 year old could that was
desperately searching for meaning in life.
As I looked, something very strange became
apparent; the stream and pond had no life of any kind, no frogs, no
bugs, no fish, no turtles, no plants, nothing. It was totally
lifeless! I could not understand why until I looked up and saw that
the sun bad now illuminated a previously unseen sign. The sign read,
"Contaminated Water, Do Not Drink." All of a sudden, the
lack of life made sense; the stream was dead because it was
Then slowly I began to see my life...just like
the stream, my sign read parent, employee, pastor and Christian. I
looked like a employee, parent and pastor and sounded like a
Christian but did not produce life because of contamination. I had
allowed bitterness and resentment to ruin me; to make me to be only
a look alike.
I fell to my knees, repented and asked God to
forgive me. My focus had been totally directed towards others and
towards circumstances. Now I could see ME. I vowed with God’s help
to stop trying to have the right sign, right sound and right
scenery; but to become real, pure and holy so that my life would
produce life and not death.
So, as the sun came up on that July 4th, with
eyes and heart freshly opened, I was now more aware of freedom than
II Kings 2: 19 - 22
Guest writer Ted Weaver "Tedbits"