Where do you walk but don't ever get anywhere? On a treadmill!
I've been walking at the newly opened Center for Your Health Fitness Center. I was, I am proud to say, the first person to sign up for a membership. And I've been there every morning this week. (The snow tonight may break my record, though. I may not make it there tomorrow.)
Here's what I've learned:
I don't walk as fast as I thought I did. I thought I was doing 15 minute miles outside. But I wasn't. 15 minute miles make me breathe hard and sweat. I wasn't doing that outside.
20 minutes is a short walk when the scenery changes, but a long time to be in one place, staring out the window at Rt. 130.
It's easier to talk to God on the treadmill, 'cause you don't have to watch for potholes or bumps in the road.
I wonder what the road to Bethlehem was like for Mary and Joseph. Did they go fast? Did they breathe hard and sweat? Did they get bored with the scenery? Did they have to watch the road every second to keep their footing? Did they talk to God as they went? Did they have the sense that they were getting somewhere?
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I feel that Mary and Joseph's walk to Bethlehem was so much like life...filled with potholes, rocks, slips and slides, uphills, downhills, straight sometimes,easy sometimes, then impossible. But, they kept going. What choice did they have? They were afraid and hopeful at the same time. Unkowing of the future, just getting through that day's journey. What faith and persitstance they had. Oh, to be that strong.
The simultaneous hope and fear sounds right to me. How often we have to face things that way.
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