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Wayne Weekly “Traveling the Slate”

Written by on May 19, 2016

 

This past week I decided rather than to drive my car to a favorite breakfast spot, I would meet my wife and walk the mile or so to the restaurant. It’s one of those simple pleasures on a beautiful spring morning.

 

I enjoy the exercise, of course, but walking through older neighborhoods with big homes is interesting to me. I appreciate the architecture and the pride that was put into the homes by the builders. Brick dwellings with beautiful entrances and windows, wood frame homes with great porches, many with elaborate pillars. The remnants of a previous time in history.

 

During that walk I tread on a number of slate sidewalks. I travel on walkways that have seen countless people come and go over the many years. Many of those have long since passed on into eternity…but the sidewalk remains.

 

It’s a reality. We pass through this relatively short life, and then we’re gone. We may leave a few possessions behind, but more importantly is leaving behind a Godly legacy reflected in the lives of family and of others whose lives we’ve touched.

 

It’s important to remember what God’s Word says about our time on earth.

 

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.                                                                                                              James 4:14

 

You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.                                                                                     Psalm 39:5

 

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.                               Psalm 78:39

 

So the next time you take a walk, and you chance to walk across slate sidewalks, reflect on those who may have gone before you, and then treasure the value of your journey in the here and now.

 

Hey, just think someday someone may walk where you walked, and wonder, “Who traveled the slate beneath my feet?”