I live 40 minutes from St James. That’s what Google Maps tells me. It assumes I will take the fastest route. The freeway. But there are times when I deliberately take a different path to my destination.

Side streets are slower. I wait at stoplights and take turns at four way stops. But I see so much more. While waiting at one intersection a parent crosses in front of me, pushing a stroller with a little one inside and another child riding a tricycle beside her. People are walking their dogs. Children are playing in nearby parks and on playgrounds.

By taking the side streets I am reminded that this metropolitan area is composed of people with lives, dreams, and struggles, just like me. We live together in a patchwork of neighborhoods dotted with businesses that serve our communities. We are not alone. We are connected in many ways.

I’m grateful for freeways. They enlarge my world. But I don’t want to live there. I need the side streets to remind me of where and with whom I live. Here I find occasions for empathy and appreciation for the real lives of others.

During these summer days, from time to time, take the side streets. Roll your windows down. Feel the breeze. Listen to the sounds of the neighborhoods. See the people around you. Pray for them and for the welfare of these communities.

This summer, continue to pray for all whom you know who may well find themselves suddenly on a “side street” they had never imagined. One of disability, illness, or grief. Stop by. Make a phone call. Send a note. Pull off the freeway for a time and connect with those around you. It will do you both good to know you are not alone in whatever place you are.

Peace,

Pastor Lamont