On Sunday I mentioned that we took our girls to Roanoke to catch a ride back to Southern Wesleyan University. Because it was the Sunday after Thanksgiving the traffic was crazy. The main highway between Staunton and Roanoke is I-81. For most of the distance it is 70mph and two lanes in each direction. For about a 30 mile stretch it also carries the traffic of I-64, which is an east/west interstate. For that 30 miles I-64 runs north/south and there are no additional lanes for the additional traffic. I-81, for the most part, parallels US 11, which before the interstates was a major highway. It has been kept up in good shape in our area and except for a few small cities and towns the speed limit is 55. The traffic on I-81 between Staunton and Lexington, VA was crazy – start/stop – slow/fast – it really was a wonder that there weren’t more accidents today – we saw none. The lesson learned today was sometimes the narrow, less traveled way is the much better way. Jesus said that there were two roads – the wider way that many find which leads to destruction and the narrow way that few find that leads to righteousness. That parable really came to life today. While on the wider, more traveled way, I found myself really frustrated, much more than I should have been. It was only when I got to the less travelled way – the slower way that I experienced much more peace in driving. Today the slower, less travelled way was better and in a way was faster – imagine that in the days of interstates J !
It reminded me of the poem by Robert Frost
The Road not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference