On a predawn Sunday, dark and quiet, I make the short drive from my house to church to start the coffee served during our worship service.
I am listening intently to every word in Lee Brice's I Drive Your Truck.
I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I'm missing you so much
I drive your truck.At a stop sign, I am suddenly overwhelmed by the loss required to gain and maintain our freedom.
I wonder how all those families bear it, as in that moment I cannot.
I hit the pedal to keep moving and then I know: Jesus led the way. God's loss of His Son was required to gain and maintain our freedom to be reconciled with Him.
Does Jesus have a truck in heaven? Country music lovers would smile yes.
In a turn toward joy, in a place with no pain, I hope every soldier who gave his or her life for my freedom gets to drive His truck.
