January 6, 2019
Read Matthew 2:1-23 (CEB)
In the summer of 1984, I was fourteen. I was part of the cross-country team in high school, and the coach thought it would be a good idea to go up to a state park in northern Michigan to train before school started. I should state that I am NOT the world’s best runner. I wasn’t then, and as I am not now. During the evenings, we would walk from the campground to the lodge, which was probably a good mile or two away. We would hang out and play pool and listen to the radio. When we were done and headed back, we made our way down a very, very dark road. It was scary, but I knew I wasn’t alone, so I could deal with it.
Well, one evening, we were at the lodge and I stepped away for a bit. When I came back, my fellow teammates were gone. They had met some local girls and decided to head down to the lake. I was alone and I didn’t know what to do. I could try to follow them down the tricky path to the lake, or I could just walk back to the campground. Neither option was that pleasant, but I went for door number two and started walking back to the campground.
Did I say walking? I meant running for dear life. The road was pitch black and I could not see in front of me. I probably did my best mile ever. Here I was running alone in the darkness. I was incredibly scared.