Davis Rule II - Path to the Outhouse

Ma Jenny was my babysitter in the mountains of East Tennessee. She did not have a bathroom inside. She had a gray, smelly, larger than a phone booth looking thing about 20 yards from her house.

When I would make the trip, with Ma Jenny, it was scary. A large, black, smelly hole met me there each time. At the time the hole was much larger than I needed. I was a sneeze or a hiccup away from eternal damnation in my little three-year-old mind.

A lot of trips, from a lot of people, were made to the outhouse at Ma Jenny's. Same way for many years people traveled. They saw the trip differently than a three-year-old boy from New Jersey.

The red clay path to MJ's outhouse was as hard as concrete. The tall, thick grass grew around the path, but never on the path. Too many trips, too many times, too many people. No alternative routes.

Personal change. Trying new things. Alternative routes. You there, yeah, you . . . not them but you. Margaret Davis decided to run marathons in her late 70's. Peter decided to throw out his nets into the deep, as per the idea of Jesus. New thinking. Transformational (Romans 12:1-2). Where are the hard worn paths in your life? What does God want you to do next?

Cola at Headquarters today. Dallas tomorrow. Beginning a 30 day tour of crazy travel: Dallas, Rock Hill, Bluffton, Myrtle Beach, Upstate. All good.