September 8, 2019 (Sunday)
Yesterday’s blog was about Route 66, old-time alternative to the Interstate. Once upon a time I left I10 in Louisiana, and traveled for a while on an old parallel highway south of I-10 that ran east and west. “Slow and easy” was the way to travel that road. I don’t recall much about it except the little roadside stands selling fresh strawberries. It was a long time ago and I can’t remember the towns, but I went through several. It was “the road less traveled” that I wrote about yesterday.
There is an old road that I want to tell you about. Jesus said “I am the way..” The word, “way,” can also be translated, “road.” So Jesus said, “I am the road.” He’s the road to life. He’s the road to Heaven. He’s .. well, there’s a song by B.B. McKinney that was in the old Baptist hymnals, but I could find neither the words or music as I searched. I can remember a little of it. When I was in high school, four of us formed a quartet and we used to sing it. Here’s part of it:
There’s an old, old road by an old, old cross, and the way is narrow and straight, but it leads up home to the Great White Throne where the saints in glory wait. The old road is the only road that leads us to God. The old road is the only road, the way that Jesus trod. I’ll walk the road He walked for me, and in sin no longer roam, for the old road is the only road that leads the sinner home.”
I wish I could give you the music and all the words, but you get the idea, I’m sure.
There is another old hymn, “The Way of the Cross Leads Home,” that seems to fit this blog today. Click here to hear a portion of it. (Sung by the choir of the First Baptist Church of Jacksonville, Florida).
Hear the entire song by a trio: