Pastor’s Point--David R. Denny (Ph.D.) Drummondtown Baptist Church–Accomac, Va 23301–October 20, 2019
I took a backroad to the wedding.
It slithered along the soybean fields like a black snake seeking cover from prying eyes.
It’s called the Seaside Road; there is no sea in sight, but I know it’s just beyond the distant treetops, and that gives it authenticity.
Backroads are like sweet dreams that lend midnight wings and urge you to soar. They promise a world undiscovered and never disappoint.
I drove with the windows down, a requirement for country adventures. The pace was slow, slow enough for me to toss all my worries out the passenger side window, a form of therapy underrated by most gold fingered psychologists.
Along the way, I breathed air nobody had yet breathed and imagined a white wedding dress in a 5th Avenue store display.
When I finally arrived, a colossal red horse barn seemed to hang in the air like the ancient gardens of Babylon, and I knew then that it would be a memorable evening.
And when the night birds finally summoned me home, I was forever thankful that…
I took a backroad to the wedding.