Throughout the 1970’s and 1980’s, my parents, my two sisters and I covered the southeast from Tennessee to Florida in a Ford Cobra van. Our two-toned van was like an apartment on wheels, complete with a mini fridge and a back seat that converted to a bed. It had a luggage carrier on top, a Georgia Bulldog tire cover and a Georgia fight song horn that was unbelievably obnoxious.
We went on a vacation once a year and we took it seriously.
My parents would load us girls up in the van before daylight and we would sleep in the van bed, still in our pajamas, until it was time to stop for breakfast. I remember the games, the songs we made up, the laughing, the fighting and also the car sickness!
Choosing a place to stay during our vacation was a family decision. We rarely had a hotel reservation. So we drove around, looking for a place with vacancy at a reasonable price and a swimming pool that met our standards.
When we finally arrived at our destination, the van door slid open and we couldn’t get out fast enough. The many miles and hours of too much togetherness were over and we were ready to have a good time!
What we didn’t realize was that the road trip was the good time. That is what we remember and talk about today. We don’t discuss details about Carowinds, Disney World, Daytona or The Grand Ole Opry. We talk about the traveling, the van, the family time…the journey.
There is much debate about which is more important, the journey or the destination. As a Christ-follower, our ultimate destination is Heaven. But the moment we accept Christ as our Lord and Savior, that goal is achieved. The way we spend our remaining time on Earth matters too. God wants for us to love and be loved, to love Him and be loved by Him. To worship Him in good times and bad. And to reflect the love of Christ so others may know Him better.
If arriving at our destination is our only goal, then we miss out on the blessings that the journey has to offer. Perhaps we stop asking “are we there yet?” and enjoy the road that leads us to the goal.