My first job after graduating consisted of promotional work across the then-Transvaal province of South Africa. It was a huge area, and I was eager to prove myself -- in my first month I drove more than 10,000 kilometres! I quickly learned to plan my trips better, but my driving pattern was set for life: you drive to get to where you want to be, no dawdling along the way. If the speed limit is 120 kilometres per hour, I drive at 120 km/h; if it's 80, I go at 80; if it's 60, I go at 60, a philosophy that served me well for decades, but lately I've started questioning it. It makes perfect sense on the concrete highways of Gauteng (although it's largely impossible to go at the 120 km/h limit, even in the deep of night), but why tear through the pine forests of Mpumalanga just because it's legal?
It became a pattern for more than driving. Life became a dash between starting point and destination -- everything else was insignificant. But the more I read Scripture, the more I realise that the journey is as important to God (or more) as finishing. Speeding through a beautiful countryside may not be illegal, but it keeps me from appreciating the beauty around me; rushing through life may not be sinful, but I miss most of the memorable moments of life.
Maybe that's why I have such a hard time with God's timing in my life. If I'm three years ahead of where He is, it's no wonder that I can't discern his purposes, his ways, his quiet enjoyment of being there in the moment.
So, I'm trying to slow down and "smell the roses" -- but it's hard...
[More "ramblings" like this at Ramblings Of A Stranger.]



Short textual doodles on life, love, and everything else. Each rambling is only two or three paragraphs, or less, intended to be a starting point for your own exploration of faith in daily living.


What if the Christmas characters could tell us their experience of that night in their own words? What would they remember? What would they tell us?


Short stories about about life, love, and a lot in-between. The characters are fictional, the situations sometimes very familiar. Archangels, little boys, fugitives and rascals. Christmas stories, school days and a young man saying goodbye. Ordinary people, coming face to face with eternity. May their stories inspire you!


So, after years of drifting along, you have rediscovered your faith, and this time you want it to be more than another nice experience - you want it to last beyond the initial excitement and become a way of life. That's what prompted me to write this: a workbook on rediscovering what faith is all about, and making it last. Thirteen studies built around the songs on Downhere's album "On The Altar Of Love".
(PS: This is a work in progress, and will take some time to finish. Come back often and share the journey!)