"Faithful Steps"
Proverbs 3:5-8, 4:26, 16:9
Mark S. Bollwinkel
The Road Not Taken
(Robert Frost, 1916)
And sorry I could not
travel both
And be one traveler,
long I stood
And looked down one
as far as I could
To where it bent in
the undergrowth;
And having perhaps
the better claim
Because it was grassy
and wanted wear;
Though as for that,
the passing there
Had worn them really
about the same,
In leaves no step had
trodden black.
Oh, I marked the
first for another day!
Yet knowing how way
leads on to way
I doubted if I should
ever come back.
I shall be telling
this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and
ages hence:
Two roads diverged in
a wood, and I,
I took the one less
traveled by,
And that has made all
the difference.
Frost suggests that what "made all the difference"
was taking a road less traveled. A
journey not as popular. A path not as
easy as the other. Have we done the
same? Did we strike out on our own and
forge our own way? Are we about to start
a journey that's safe and comfortable in part because it is so popular? Do we look back on life and regret that we
didn't take another "road less traveled" after all?
The "road", the "path" or the
"way" have long been a metaphor for life's journey. We find this in literature, painting and music
among other art forms. Each life has a
beginning and an end. Each life is very
much like a journey with a start and a destination. Where are we going? What is our path? Where will it lead? Those are relevant questions whether we are 9
years old or 99!
Our faith tradition would suggest that God has everything to
do with that journey. We sing "I
want Jesus to walk with me..." or "...and he walks with me and he
talks with me...." or "I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning
back, no turning back...". All
symbolic for the sense of God's guiding hand along life's journey.
As comforting as the notion of God walking with us on the road
of life, there is nothing easy about it.
Intentionally choosing to follow God's path in life is certainly "a
road less traveled". But it doesn’t
guarantee success or safety by the world’s standards.
Consider:
Enter through the narrow gate,
for the gate is wide and the road is easy that leads to destruction, and there
are many who take it. For the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to
life, and there are few who find it.
(Matthew 7:13-14)
When we say we are followers of Jesus it doesn't mean that
we've joined a club, or signed up for an insurance policy, or that we will fit
in his teachings or attend to his priorities when it’s convenient. It means we are followers of his way. We are the ones who turn the other cheek when
insulted (Matthew 5:39). We are the ones
who pray for our enemies (Matthew 5:44).
We are the ones who refuse to return evil for evil but rather we return
evil with good (Romans 12:9-21, I Peter 3:9, I Thess. 5:15).
Jesus says:
"If any want to become my
followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will
lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake...will save it." (Mark
8:34-35)
Now that's "a road less traveled"! That is not the path taken by most in a
"me first" world, where winning is more important than anything else.
John Wesley, the founder of the Methodist movement in 18th
century England, was born and raised in a devout Christian family, was an
ordained Anglican priest and an instructor of Church History at Oxford
University. He could have chosen a
successful academic career. He could
have maneuvered for a prosperous and prestigious parish to serve as pastor. In his zeal he volunteered to serve as a missionary
to the colony of Georgia. It was a
disaster.
As a result of an unrequited love for the daughter of the
governor of the colony his short term there would be a terrible failure. He returned to England discouraged and depressed. Seeking encouragement for his faith he
sought out fellowship and counsel from a group of Moravian Brethren to whom he
was introduced on the passage home.
On the evening of May 24th 1738 at the Aldersgate Chapel in
London, while Martin Luther’s commentary of the fifth chapter of Romans was
being read, Wesley understood in his heart and not just his head, God’s
unconditional love; “For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ
died for the ungodly…but God proves his love for us in that while we still were
sinners Christ died for us…” (5:6-8). These
verses from the apostle Paul are the heart and soul of the Protestant
Reformation. We do not have right
relationship with God because of anything we do, believe, say or practice. God loves us before all that. God’s nature is so completely love that God
offers us that grace before we deserve it, in spite of our failures, simply
because God is love.
After a life of academic learning and organized piety, that
night Wesley received the good news in his heart. It transformed his life and set him on the
course that would change the world. He described
the moment as “heartwarming”. He didn’t
call it a “conversion” experience; although an important spiritual experience in
his life it was one of many (Heitzenrater, Wesley and the People Called
Methodists, Abingdon, 1995, pp. 80-82).
Months later he would begin the open air preaching and small group
organization that would become the Methodist revival which changed England and
contributed to the Protestant Reformation.
When he died at the age of 91, John Wesley was one of the most
well-known and respected Christian leaders in England and the world.
Wesley’s journey to Georgia may have been a failure in many
ways but it was the path that lead him to become all God had called him to
be. To go off to an Indian colony in a
distant land was not the normal course for an academic such as Wesley. To refuse to serve Holy Communion to the family
of the Governor of Georgia because his daughter was betrothed to another was
the wrong thing to do for an Anglican Priest.
But this road not taken, even with failures along the way, lead John
Wesley to something much greater indeed.
To find the right direction in life the heart and the head
need to be connected. When the intellect
and center of our emotions are in balance we find a passionate purpose for
living. Few will take the “road less
traveled” without it.
That was true for Lori Piestewa.
Pfc. Lori Piestewa, of the 507th Army Maintenance Unit, died
during the invasion of Iraq on March 23rd, 2003 (“Mom, soldier and Hopi Indian:
'She fought and died valiantly'”, Jeordan Legon, CNN, 4/03). She was the first woman to die in that war. It is believed that she, a mother of two, was
the first Native American woman in the uniform of the United States military
ever killed in combat.
She died fighting during an ambush near Nasiriya. Piestewa was driving the truck that was
transporting Pfc. Jessica Lynch and other soldiers. When the Iraqi soldiers
attacked her convoy, Piestewa and the master sergeant riding next to her tried
to hold the attackers back. "She
fought. She drew her weapon and fought," said Congressman Rick Renzi at
the memorial service held in her honor at the Tuba City, Arizona Roman Catholic
Church. "She fought and died valiantly with courage and honor." Nine soldiers, including Piestewa, died in
the battle while Lynch was taken prisoner.
They were roommates and friends at Fort Bliss.
During High School Piestewa was the head of her school’s ROTC unit. She put off joining the military due to marriage and pregnancy. Yet following in the tradition of her father, a Vietnam veteran, and her grandfather, a World War II veteran she joined up as soon as she could. Some questioned why an indigenous American would fight for a nation that so oppressed and marginalized their people. But in the Piestewa family it was an honored tradition of service that transcended the injustices done.
Two Phoenix landmarks, Squaw Peak and Squaw Peak Freeway
have been renamed Piestewa Peak and Piestewa Freeway in her honor; a decision
hailed by Native American groups who consider the word "squaw"
offensive. The "Lady
Warrior," as her family referred to her, was buried on the Hopi
Reservation. Her brother, Wayland Piestewa, told reporters: "She is our
hero. We are going to continue to
believe that. We're going to hold that in our hearts forever. She will not be
forgotten." In fact, annual
memorial services have been held ever since to honor Pfc. Piestewa in Arizona
and Jessica Lynch has attended everyone, now with her own children.
It is no easy thing to have a heart in a heartless
world. Some soldiers sign up to defend
the innocent, to fight for justice, willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for
the welfare of others. When they do so
we hear the echoes of Jesus’ words that continue after our text this morning,
“This is my commandment that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, than to
lay down one’s life for one’s friends…” (15:12-13)
So precious is that sacrifice that it is the duty of those
of us who send them off to war only do so when there are no other options left
and with the promise that we will care for them and their families after their
duty is discharged.
Not many members of Pfc. Piestewa’s community chose or
choose to take the journey of national service as she did but for that
community, her family and this nation it made all the difference.
Most often we measure the success or failure of our journey
in life by social standards; wealth, fame, influence. For the followers of Jesus in the end life is
all about love and compassion.
That’s good to remember when we’ve lost our way and we don't
know what to do.
Remember the ancient words attributed by the Apostle Paul. They are still true for today, maybe even
more so for those seeking "the road less traveled"..:
Finally, beloved, whatever is
true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is
pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is
anything worthy of praise, think about these things. (Phil 4:4-8)
Or in the words of a not-so-ancient American, Mark Twain:
"Always do right. This will
gratify some people and astonish the rest."
(Mark Twain, 1835-1910)
Amen.
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