Backroad

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.
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