We follow the culture of the road

because it is everywhere.

There's no shortage of prescriptions for restlessness out there: Seek adventure. Live your life. Don't hold back.

Sound familiar?

Like the characters in a Jack Kerouac novel, we've dirtied the dream of white picket fences with exhaust fumes. The new dream is the open road--and freedom.

Yet we still desire the solace of faith. We like the concept of the sacred, but unwittingly subscribe to secularized, westernized spirituality. We're convinced that there is a deeper plot to this thing called life, yet watered-down, therapeutic forms of religion are all we choose to swallow, and our personal story trumps any larger narrative.

This is the non-committal culture of the road. Though driving on freely, we have forgotten where we're headed.

Jesus said His road is narrow. He wasn't some aimless nomad. He had more than just a half tank of gas - He had passion, objectives, and a destination.

Do you?