A couple of decades ago, when I was a much different person than I am now, heavy metal singer Ozzy Osbourne released a song called "The Road to Nowhere." Ozzy is famously (or infamously) known for many things, but if you are unfamiliar with this song it might surprise you considering the source. Still a hard rock song, but this one displays an honesty and maturity by a man who, at the time, was middle aged and father to younger children.
In it he sings about reflecting back over the course of his life and how he sees with regret much of what he has done. It is well known that Ozzy is an alcoholic who does not remember very clearly much of the prime of his life. One line that has stuck with me goes "the wreckage of my past keeps haunting me, it just won't leave me alone." Then the chorus is summed up by the line, "The road to nowhere, leads to me."
I never personally battled any demons like drug use or alcoholism. I did spend a lot of years in my twenties and early thirties battling the depression that loneliness brings. I married very young, and was divorced by age 22. I then wasted much time feeling sorry for myself and hoping some beautiful woman from the pages of a magazine would come to life and feel sorry for me and give my life direction and meaning again. Not literally, of course, but I certainly had a skewed vision of what a real woman is from too much exposure to popular culture and pornography. Some early wreckage on my road.
I spent many a night in bars, smoking cigarettes and drinking a couple of beers (I never was much of a drinker and am very thankful I never got into drugs.) I would be surrounded by many people, a few I got to know their names and some would even act like they were happy to see me. But at the end of the night I would drag myself home feeling lonely and sorry for myself. More wreckage at the side of the road.
The fledgling Internet became a refuge for me. I logged in to a chat room every day and talked with more "friends" but again this was another realm of make believe. By pretending these regulars in the chat room actually cared about me it helped mask the depression I was dealing with. Some of these chat experiences turned into real encounters, but they were doomed from the start because they were founded upon lies. A real relationship takes an environment of real truth in which real love can bloom. I could no more love a chat room ID than I could love a picture in a magazine. Neither of them were real. More wreckage littering the road.
During this time Ozzy Osbourne's song was striking a note with me. The saying "misery loves company" to me meant I found other things to add to my pity party. Not just "The Road to Nowhere" but there were other songs as well ("Runaway Train" by Soul Asylum was another song I was particularly drawn to.)
I thought I was living the way single people were supposed to. It never occurred to me that there was another life to be found in Jesus Christ. I was trying to convince myself I was an atheist. Then when I got a little older I began to admit that there had to be
something out there so I then declared I was spiritual and that there must be a "Father Sky/Mother Earth" great spirit we had to acknowledge, but not do anything about.
Clearly, I was lonely, depressed, and searching for something to bring love, happiness, and meaning to my life. Jesus was the farthest thing from my mind at the time, however. I was too self-absorbed, too full of my hurt pride, to really think or acknowledge anyone else. Even my own beautiful little girl who needed a Daddy, who wasn't there for her most of the time because he was too selfish. There is a huge pile of wreckage there.
Fast forward a little and I come across my wonderful, beautiful, saint of a wife, Trudi. I am not sure how, but I convinced her that she loved me enough that she married me. I do not today take credit for this as I am certain that Jesus blessed me with Trudi as part of His perfect plan for the redemption of His creation.
Before we were married we met with the pastor of her grandparents' church. He was a nice man who chatted with us, but he early on saw that I was not a Christian. He simply said he could not marry us because he would not yoke a believer to an unbeliever. Trudi was devastated. I was angry at religion. Despite what looked like another pile of wreckage at the time, it was in actuality a seed planted inside of me.
My grandmother, Garnet, was a beautiful woman who lived a beautiful life as she was firmly rooted in Christ as her source. She must have prayed for me a lot over the years. I can remember as a young boy spending time with her and being exposed to Jesus. But I never really let Him in. I can clearly see now the many seeds she planted in me. Maybe they didn't sprout right away, but the seeds she put inside of me did one day years later finally push through the rocky surface and begin to grow.
Mamaw passed away after Trudi and I were married. She'd had a stroke and was not the same person after that. It was difficult for me to deal with so I did not see her much after her stroke and before she died. I can see now that this again was a sign of my selfishness, that it bothered
me so
I stayed away from her. More wreckage on that road to nowhere.
The year 2007 was a bad year for us. To start, Trudi's uncle, her mother's brother, passed away. Also, her two children's grandfather on their father's side died.
Trudi, suffering from abdominal pain, was found to have cysts on her ovaries and a marker in her blood sent us to see a gynecology oncologist in Columbus. She had a complete hysterectomy, including her lymph nodes. Tests later confirmed the cysts were cancerous. We were blessed that it was caught so early on that it never really had time to take root. Thank God, she has been cancer free since then. At the time, however, I did not see the Lord's blessing on us, even though it was right there in front of me.
Also, in that year, Trudi and I separated. We actually separated a few times over the course of three or four years. The biggest problem, on the surface, was money. I wasn't making enough to help support us, despite working full time. We were always one payment away from having this shut off or that taken away. I was again too selfish to see I needed to sacrifice some of my happiness to find a job that paid better. More wreckage in the mirror.
The year 2007 also saw the death of Trudi's grandmother, Helen. She was very close to her "Gram" and credits Helen with much of who she is today. Helen was, like my Mamaw, a saintly woman who loved Jesus and lived a life worthy of the Lord. She had been in declining health in a nursing home for a couple of years, but her death was still hard on Trudi.
At her funeral, Pastor Mick Foster, who was then at Faith United Methodist Church where my brother-in-law, Ed, is the custodian, had looked through one of her personal Bibles with her notes written all through it. He chosen one of her favorite passages, found in
John 14, to read during her eulogy. I sat there next to Trudi, both of us in tears. Hers were in sorrow and loss. My tears were from Jesus tugging on my heart. Trudi has another of her grandmother's Bibles and later that day I sat on our sofa and began to read it. First, just to look for Helen's notes, but then to see what this book was about.
Fast forward again a couple more years. The brief encounter with the Bible long behind me, I found myself still dealing with the familiar problems of my selfishness putting a strain on our family. In desperation I finally quit my job and took out a loan to go to a school and obtain a commercial driver's license and enter the exciting and lucrative world of truck driving. To make a long story short, I quickly discovered that not everyone is made to drive big rigs and be away from home for extended periods. The old, familiar pangs of loneliness quickly set in and I began to be depressed. I drove Trudi crazy with my phone calls.
After a just month as a new hire on the road with an instructor, I found myelf being let go because I just wasn't good enough. Again, Trudi was devastated at another failure on my part. She told me not to bother coming home. The bus ride home was one of the most painful times in my life. It was my mother who picked me up when I got off the bus and took me to my parents' house.
I was in a really bad place that could have taken a tragic turn. I was back in the throes of depression. I was unemployed and I was not with my family, in my house. I was so down I was on the floor with nothing. The wreckage was not just in my past this time, I was in it for real.
In desperation I started to pray. The only hope I had was that there is a God and that He would take pity on me and He would help me. Dear, sweet, Jesus, oh my how much you have done for me! I found myself in the mud at the foot of the cross looking up for help, for a savior to rescue me. His blood fell down upon me and began to cleanse me. I tasted tears on my tongue. Not just my own, but the tears of Jesus as he wept on the cross for me.
I started reading the Bible. I prayed earnestly. The seeds once planted within me quickly sprang to life and began to flourish. I started to see everything in a different light with a new vision. Suddenly it all looked different. I could clearly see connections in everything that I was blinded to before. I understood with a clarity I never imagined was possible. The words of the Bible are true! God is real and God is good!
From my personal transformation my life also started to change around me. I got my old job back so I was at least able to earn a paycheck again, just as the recession was starting and people were losing jobs. Trudi saw the change in me and gradually accepted the new me back into her life. I soon was blessed to find another job that, despite being harder work, is more rewarding for us. We have grown closer together as a couple in Christ.
I began my personal ministry for God by becoming a member of Faith United Methodist Church. I started to learn and grow with Jesus as my source for everything. I created the
church's website. Then I made a
Facebook page for it, I began this blog, and became a
"Jesus Tweeter."
I know that life will not be pefect until the perfect One comes, and for a follower of Christ life can often be harder because of our faith. Trudi and I still deal with some money problems, but not on the scale we faced before and not with the strain on our marriage. Today, as parents of two young adult women and a teenage boy, we face new challenges. But, no matter what happens I have faith that Jesus is my Lord who will guide me home to the promised land. I am no longer on "The Road to Nowhere" nor riding a "Runaway Train."
This might sound a little cheesy, but I have instead let "Jesus Take the Wheel." And that is all I need.