Saturday, March 4

Damascus Road

So, last night I learned that the road to Little Rock is also the road to Damascus. No big conversion experience to speak of although faith did help me on the journey here.

Light, I tell you, does strange things in these Ozark mountains at night.

And the arrows on the road signs looked like kindergarten scribbles. Surprising at one point, seeing a sign describing the road ahead as "crooked and steep." What a warning.

If that is true, I thought, then what was the road behind me?

1 Comments:

Anonymous Morpheus said...

I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me, but because of the path that lies behind me! I remember that for 100 years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us. And after a century of war, I remember that which matters most. We are still here!
Tonight let us send a message to that army. Tonight let us shake this cave! Tonight let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone! Let us be heard from red core to black sky. Tonight, let us make them remember. This is Zion! And we are not afraid!

March 04, 2006 7:59 AM  

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