An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered. GK Chesterton
“I’m coming with you!” The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I had said. I hadn’t been invited. I just blurted it out. In the middle of her plans of a family road trip, I announced that I was coming along. Even though I’m a pro at inserting my size 12 feet quickly into my mouth, it surprised even me.
But she was talking about Yosemite! And then driving onto Yellowstone! I hadn’t been to Yosemite for twenty years. I’d always wanted to go to Yellowstone. And of course, the Grand Tetons are just a stone’s throw away from there…(and I hadn’t seen them yet either). It was as if all my pent-up longing from childhood came rushing out of my heart before I could think. All those stories from friends whose families regularly went camping and saw national landmarks. All their funny tales and misfortunes and beautiful vistas leaped forth from my subconscious and I invited our family along. Fortunately, my step-daughter thought that was a great idea. So we 3 are joining her 4 in a glorious adventure.
It wasn’t til later I thought about camping in a tent. Bears? Hard earth? Cooking outside? Bugs? Critters? Showers? Arguments? Petty grievances? Well. Yes, there’s all that. But the goal, the messy adventure is worth the possible hurdles.
I don’t feel prepared. I don’t have all the equipment, I don’t know how it will all turn out. But I do know I’m excited. I know I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Could get ugly, could rain, could have hard moments. But it could be wolves and grizzlies and Old Faithful and sing-alongs and many happy memories. Adventure Bad moments mean funny stories at dinner parties. Great moments mean wonderful memories and shared intimacies. It’s all good.
This attitude helped me when I moved to Australia. I was 27 and worried I was making the mistake of my life. “But what if I hate it?” I wailed to my older and wiser sister. She responded, “It will still be good because it will be an adventure.” And then she added, “Good grief Laurie, it’s not forever– you can always come home.” She was right. It was a 3 year adventure. It was some good, some not so good and I came home. But I’m so glad I went.
If there’s one guarantee about exchanging religion about God to a relationship with God, it is adventure. Some good, some difficulties, and in the end, you are welcomed home with open arms. Although other Christians turned me off, although I didn’t quite feel like I had the equipment or knew where I was going, I knew when I was 21 this decision would be the adventure of a lifetime. It was, it still is and I’m so glad I said “Jesus, I’m going with you!”