the road

my son made an observation recently. apparently all literature placed on high school reading lists has to do with biblical themes- in particular, Christ’s redemptive work through his incarnation, his passion and his resurrection. he brought a few examples, the most recent of which was 'The Road ' by cormac mccarthy.


this got me thinking. if all great literature seems to, in some way, grapple with the common theme of existence: that we feel rather helpless facing the harshness of our physical reality, rife with pain, sickness, betrayal, violence, vengence and death. that we long for a little help as we travel along a mostly cold and impersonal, often completely unexplained road, upon which we often aspire to little more than basic survival with dignity. well what if it’s also true that all scripture is about life?

2Tim3.16 claims that all scripture has a point and is useful, but if we neglect to explore it outside of our own knowledge of it then we might be guilty of reducing the bible to little more than a comic book.

Thy word have I kept in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee (Psalm 119.11)

we’ve gotta be putting it in
if we want to live it out
on the road.