Seventeenth Street

I went to Knoxville yesterday for a few hours with my Dad, for no particular reason. We went to the Guitar Center and Rik's Music. Then we had lunch and headed back. While we were driving around on campus, Dad asked if I ever missed the life down here. I looked around, saw familar building and the familar sites of students treking from class to class. I thought for a second, and said, "Nope, for the most part my 4 years here were not very enjoyable." About 95% of that was my fault. I was a stupid kid. About the time I answered we crossed Seventeenth Street. While I was at UT that street became a symbol to me. It symbolized 'going home' because it was the Onramp/Exit I used to hit the interstate that would begin my ride home. Early on, I wasn't crazy about going home. I was young and there was lots more to do in Knoxville than home and I just didn't want to go, even when things weren't going so well. As time wore on, the more and more I wanted to be home, especially when things weren't going well. On the way home, I got to thinking, life is a lot like Seventeenth Street. As Christians, we are all on our way home. Some get there sooner than others. There are times when there is too much going on and we don't have that longing for our home. But the longer we travel, the more we want to see home, to see Jesus.

So which way did we come home yesterday? You betcha!