The speed of love – a road trip parable
I’m tired. Really tired.
This story started about 27 hours ago when I decided to go on this road trip. Some would say this was the foolish adventure of boys, not one of responsibility and dedication of men. But I would disagree as I sit here writing this post this afternoon. I’m still tired but it’s so worth it.
Last week I learned that Lonnie, my former pastor and present mentor and friend, had his father taken away from him by death. A crushing thing it must be to have someone you love, who’s been such a close part of your life, pass on to the next life. In this case, there’s a sense of relief to know that his father had such a wonderful relationship with his Savior, Jesus Christ.
But there was a part of me that felt some of those pains for Lonnie, who has also been an important part of my life. I hadn’t even thought of a road trip until a lady in my church asked me if I was going to the funeral.
“I’m way too busy,” was the first thought on my mind.
At the same time, as God would have it, our church (this includes me) is reading this amazing book by Vince Antonucci called “I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.” I have been seriously changed by reading certain parts of this book. Thanks Vince for writing it. Anyways, there’s this section in the book that really struck a chord with Carie and I where Antonucci repeats several times the phrase “travelling at the speed of love.”
Unfortunately, Carie could not be in on the trip if I chose to go, but I didn’t want to go by myself, so I made the decision to go. Rather than make excuses, I would “travel at the speed of love” for someone who had poured his life into mine – To be there for him. So 27 hours ago, I decided to go, and then I began looking for someone to travel with me.
No one could go. My father-in-law would have come, but I know it would have been a huge sacrifice (even though I know in my heart if I had really, really asked he would have gone) for him to go, so I started to look around. Absolutely NO ONE could go with me. Then the excuses flooded my mind. “I can’t travel by myself.” “I do still have things I could be doing here.” “I won’t be able to blog as much.” (just kidding, I just threw that one in there) But despite my own objections, that simple phrase kept returning to my mind.
So about 21 hours ago, I left by myself, feeling a bit bad for myself because I was going to be travelling alone. Then I began to feel encouraged. “Come on Marty, this 12 hour, overnight trip will be good for you!”
Eventually I called my friend Ray when I was in the Berkshires. His wife picked up the phone and I said, “Hey Jo-Jo (nickname), I’m calling to take your husband away from you for 3 days for a 12 hour road trip, and that will be happening in about 45 minutes when I arrive at your house.” Her response? “Heres Ray”. Ray listened and told me he’d get back to me, eventually calling me back and telling me he’d be going with me.
“WOOHOO!!!!!”
So we arrived in the place we’ll stay today without sleep, dirty and tired. I’ve been twittering occasionally our whereabouts, and also sharing some of the music we’ve been listening to. Get a Twitter account and follow me here, if you’d like.
Now I’m happy to be here, and to be able to share this time with you. I’ll keep you posted as to what’s happening, but either way I know this – It’s all in the speed of love.
What speed are you going?


