The traveler lay in the road, kneeling to God, the sun continued to climb to it's height and sweat poured down the traveler's face. God listened to the young man for what seemed to be hours. When he finished there was only silence. The young traveler looked up at the sky and said "God, where are you, why don't you speak to me.?" God remained silent. The sweat on the traveler's face mixed with the tears from his eyes, he had lost his purpose in life and the road he was on ended in nowhere.

The silence continued, and the young traveler collapsed and gave up. As the last thought slipped from his mind God responded

"I bestowed upon you a gift, and instead of keeping it you must let it go and when it returns you must send it out once more. That same gift, given to you, a traveler on a road that led to nowhere. That gift continues to move and alter the lives of those it meets whether you know it or not."

God continued, "Our purpose is in the giving. It's a slippery slope, this rock of truth. It never bends, nor does it alter in its course. It's mystery is in it's discovery, it's righteousness and adherence."

The young traveler then found breath, and up he moved and left the dissolved path. The sun was setting, and he walked out on the road to nowhere now knowing where it would lead him.

J.M. Prater