THE HOLY HIGHWAY

When I said I would post a later story about our trip to the Masters, I could not have possibly known that it would be with such great sadness and loss. 

It was just a few months ago that we wandered upon this peaceful place and trespassed without fear or care.  Skippy pulled the four chairs up to the water's edge so that we could share a glass of wine and watch the sun sink into the ocean. 

We had the music playing in the car just feet away.  I can't remember the song.   I know if we were not singing out loud, we were singing somehow.

And later we golfed because while we wanted to attend the Masters we really cared more about our own game and the fun we would have trying to beat each other.  I'm pretty sure we won.  Maybe not.  I can't remember.

Today, is the day we bury him.  I say "we" because it is an entire town.   But some will be affected more than others and Skippy and I are two of them.

Today, I read this chapter in my bible as I sat in my chapel and wept yet another time over our great loss.

It made me feel better...because I believe what it says...he is on the Holy Highway...for sure

Isaiah 35: The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus; it shall blossom abundantly and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it, the majesty of Carmel and Sharon.

They shall see the glory of the Lord, the majesty of our God. Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Say to those who have an anxious heart, “Be strong; fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. He will come and save you.”

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then shall the lame man leap like a deer, and the tongue of the mute sing for joy. For waters break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert; the burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; in the haunt of jackals, where they lie down, the grass shall become reeds and rushes.

And a highway shall be there, and it shall be called the Way of Holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it.
It shall belong to those who walk on the way; even if they are fools, they shall not go astray.
No lion shall be there, nor shall any ravenous beast come up on it; they shall not be found there, but the redeemed shall walk there.

And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

We were going to Portland at the end of the summer.

I know we would have sang.