Highway in my Heart

A little more than a month ago, Bolivia was contemplating a political fork in the road. Who was going to be the new president? As many of you know, Evo Morales, the first ever indigenous leader was chosen by an overwhelming majority. Yesterday, I sat down with Mamita and watched two hours of ceremonies, festivities that started Friday and continued all weekend. The broadcast that I saw took place in Tiwanaku, an ancient Andean temple ruin. From the door of the sun, I listened as Evo gave thanks to Mother Earth, the god of Bolivia. I witnessed as a variety of indigenous groups from dozens of other countries presented gifts bearing tremendous spiritual significance, promising their support and that of their gods. I couldn´t help but reminded of the little horn, from the book of Daniel, that was raised up amongst the other ones, speaking boastfully and waging war against the saints. It started small and grew in power in all directions. I´m no doomsday prophet, but I know that God can not bless a man who sets his sights on a pagan path and places his strength in the dust from which he is made.

Whoever you are reading this, I have no idea what road you´ve chosen, but Tom had it right when he introduced "Life is a Highway" into our lives. Psalm 84 confirms this in verse 5:

Blessed are those whose strength is in You, who have set their hearts on pilgramage.

Each person, you, me, Evo, Mamitá, sets their heart in a direction. The power to head in that direction can come from within or without. The power to stay the course lies in the choices we make when we face the forks. If one wants to be blessed in their travels, he/she is wise to fill up on the strength of Christ. To set your heart on a pilgramage is to make your heart a highway, a road for God to travel on. It could be that there are other travellers making their way through your heart besides God, but trust me, God has His thumb out and He´s died to cruise your inner avenues. There was a distance between us and Him, a misunderstanding once, but now we can look it in the eye. There´s no road He can´t hold, the roads so rough I know, but He´ll be there when the light comes in, in Christ, we are more than survivors. Fellow pilgrims, may your hearts be wide and open for the One who wants to take a trip inside of you.