So there the eight of us were, standing in a parking lot in the middle of Yellow Stone National Park. We had a decision to make. Do we drive to Canada before returning to Colorado or return directly to Colorado? I was at a summer camp near Breckenridge that summer and our group had been given the weekend to do anything we wanted. We decided to check out Yellow Stone and while we were at it leave the country. As we stood there next to our cars we figured the time it would take to return to Colorado via Canada and knew that we needed twenty four hours of driving time. We also knew we had exactly twenty four hours left before our Sunday return deadline. I remember my leader asking the question, “Ok guys are we really going to do this. We’re going to have to drive twenty four hours straight to make it there and back in time.” There were a few seconds of hesitation from all of us but in the end our minds were made up. After three near death experiences with deer, one thousand miles of road, 50 gallons of gas, $100 worth of gas station junk food, one rejection from the Canadian border office, one US border officer that didn’t want to let us back into the US, and twenty four hours of driving we arrived in Colorado. It was sweet bliss. Well, except the two hundred miles of highway though northern Montana devoid of a single tree, building, bush or other landmark to hold your interest at three in the morning.
I have always assumed that intimacy involved sitting down over a beer and having a deep conversation of transparency for a couple of hours. I realized the other day that this assumption doesn’t match up with my life experiences. Almost all of the most revealing and intimate times I have had with friends and family have been on trips or crazy adventures. They were in the context of doing something or going somewhere. Also most of them were within the context of community and not a one-on-one setting. This view of intimacy is challenging and encouraging to me in my relationship with God. Challenging in that I usually look for intimacy with God at Starbucks drinking a cup of coffee while reading my bible with my iPod blaring Chris Tomlin blaring in my ears. Encouraging because most of my day is not at Starbucks and rather is spent with other people. I think Starbucks-esk times are essential. In addition to just living with his spouse a husband should take his wife out on dates regularly for alone time. I’m just excited to experience God intimately all the time instead of the one time a week I make it to the local coffee shop. We live in the light, abide in Christ and walk in the Spirit. Though Jesus’ disciples sat at his feet they more often did something with or for him. I should too.