I reminded him that, in spite of someone’s hatefulness, he should always take the high road.
He tilted his head and gave me a look that said … explain please?
So I filled him in on the nuances of the “high road.” How it’s a road most often traveled alone. It’s usually headed away from the masses. It’s far from comfortable. There’s plenty of goading, very few luxuries and not many rest stops along the way.
Then I assured him that when he’s on the high road he’ll know it because of how his heart feels.
He will walk taller, stand straighter, have a whistle in his heart and a song on his lips.
He will know.
He will know he’s on the high road when he doesn’t see any of the “preachy” people he’s met walking alongside him.
He will see the man who could take the extra cash and look the other way but doesn’t because it’s not the right thing to do.
He will see the woman who fed a lingering child without being sure how she’ll feed her own the next day.
He will see the couple working multiple jobs who still make time to check in and talk with an elderly neighbor.
He will see some with enough, a few with nothing, and many …. walking on their own.
He will not see the Sunday Christians, the Holy Rollers or the Damnation givers.
He will recognize himself in every single one of them and that’s when he’ll know: he’ll know he’s following his soul’s journey to do what’s right .. in the eyes of God.
*originally published August 17, 2011 by Emjayandthem.
“The same crowds that were crying out ‘Hosanna’ were crying out “crucify Him” five days later” – Matthew 27:22 – 23