In this picture, Mike and I talk on our CB’s as we drive side-by-side through beautiful Montana. If you look closely in the mirror, you will see Lacy’s little head sticking out the window in the back … her domain. (When Ted honks, she sticks her head out and waves. Once he honked and poured a cup of water out his window!) We spend hours on the road when we travel cross-country, but you must understand that with RV travel, it’s the journey … not the destination. We can do anything on our moving home that we can do in a small condo at the beach. We eat, cook, shower, run up and down the isles, play game cube, watch anything Direct TV offers with our in-motion satellite and sleep (some more than others!). But mostly we gaze in awe out the many large picture windows at God’s creation. One thing we have learned is that the United States is far from overpopulated. Probably 80% of our over 30,000 miles of travel is through untouched land as far as the eye can see. We are quietly curious about who lives in these houses you find along the way, hundreds of miles from anything else. Who builds a house high atop Big Sur where a number of natural disasters can devastate your life? Who lives on that ranch in Wyoming, or the dozens of small towns through which we have travelled with less than a hundred in their entire population? As I ponder their world and mine, I feel a pang of longing for that simple life. Surely church is so much more than a weekly duty. It’s got to be a social outlet … the center of their relational fiber. You see every little town, no matter how small, has a church right in the center with a steeple for all to see. Probably not much has changed since the days of Laura Ingles. What a wonderful and diverse people group we American’s are.
