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Traveling on the High RoadI hate to drive in heavy traffic. The fact that I am an excellent driver and most other drivers are poor at best makes it even more difficult. You’ve been there. Traveling down an interstate highway with bumper to bumper traffic and the person in front of you is not paying attention to the road because they are talking on a cell phone. I got so frustrated a while back watching someone doing this that I called my wife on my cell phone to express my aggravation. Fortunately I can talk and drive at the same time. And the tail-gaters. You can be moving at ten miles per hour over the speed limit when another driver plants himself on your back bumper. They would have no opportunity to stop their car in an emergency situation. Almost as bad is the slow coach that you have to push down the highway because they don’t realize that the highway patrol will give you at least ten miles per hour over the limit before they pull you over. And speaking of getting pulled over. The rubber-neckers slowing to optimum viewing speed every time they see someone pulled over by the police are a definite road hazard. I came real close to wrecking into one of them the other day when I was trying to see what they were looking at. There is no doubt that you understand why I like less traveled back roads. With the exception of an occasional tractor or Amish buggy, I’m pretty much on my own to practice my wonderful driving skills. There is, however, one road that I wish had more traffic. That road is the high road. It is a road where we do the right thing when it is easier to do the wrong. It is a highway that demonstrates kindness when rudeness and anger are the practice of the day. It is the interstate where we do for others as we would want them to do for us. It is the roadway that seeks to glorify the Creator though His Son. Unfortunately, it is the less traveled path.
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