Narrow Roads 1-16

Bob_Anton_Narrow_RoadThirty years ago, I quit my job at Fairchild Republic and began to work with my dad, who had only months earlier started a marine construction company. I had learned at Fairchild that sitting behind a desk was not for me. I needed to be out and about, working with my hands. Working on the water was even better, but just two years later, my dad was gone and I was on my own.We began the business in Huntington, with our base of operation in the basement of a building. In the first two years we accumulated a considerable amount of equipment. After my father died, I continued to purchase equipment and collect supplies. Every job completed meant more left over hardware and parts. Like an overstuffed refrigerator that needed to be purged of old food, my shop became bloated with equipment, tools, hardware and lumber. Each item held its own special memory.

Well, in February of last year, the building was sold and I was notified that I had to move out this December. Over the ensuing ten months, I sold numerous items and took countless trips to the scrap yard.

This week was my last week and with the deadline hanging over my head I had to get down and dirty with what was left. Everything that was not sold, scrapped or given away went to the dump. As I loaded these final items into the dumpsters, thirty years of memories flooded my mind. Thirty years of experiences, thirty years of friends and co-workers, thirty years of my adult life. Each item I threw away reminded me that I, like thirty years of my life’s work, am ultimately expendable. I thought about others who have gone before me and how so few of us remember their names or all of the work that they had accomplished. Then I considered those who went before them. No one even remembers who they were. All those years of work and toil, so quickly forgotten and replaced by new names, new faces and new endeavors.

In the book of James, the author writes: “What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” He likely gleaned this idea from the book of Ecclesiastes which was written by King Solomon to his son. Solomon too had expended his life on various endeavors. Among those pursuits were numerous grand building projects which he hoped would be a legacy to his name. However, in the end, Solomon came to the conclusion that even those monuments of stone would eventually turn to rubble and finally to dust. The summation of all of his accumulated knowledge and experience was this: “Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing,
 whether it is good or evil.”

Time passes so quickly. Thirty years gone in the blink of an eye and as quickly forgotten. How fast will the next twenty or thirty pass and how long before my name is forgotten? I’ve experienced enough to understand the lesson that Solomon shared with his son. If we are to place any hope in eternity then it must be placed in the One who is eternal. He alone is the righteous judge and He alone holds the promise of eternal life. “I am the resurrection and the life.” Says the Lord Jesus. You think about that. God bless you and…..
See you on the road.
Bob Anton: Christian Motorcyclists Association
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