The Green Mile, I'm not sure if I love that movie or not. I am sure in the reality of becoming aware of our own mortality.

The Mile refers to the last walk of an inmate as they move down the hall towards their impending execution. Obviously it is a walk that by it's nature forces one to become aware that they will soon stop breathing.

If you lift your perspective a little bit, perhaps you can see that you too are already walking your own "Green Mile". I don't mean to be morose, instead what I'm referring to is the fact that today each of us is one day,'a few more steps towards the end of our own path.

Now, here's the GOOD NEWS and it comes in two parts; 1) you are not alone in your walk. 2) if you are in fact taking this walk with Jesus, the end of this path, is not the destination, instead you will see that in one sense this path has been merely the walkup to the gates of your home!

Now today, what I'm thinking about is the walk itself. Yesterday my friend and Pastor spoke about walking with Jesus. It got me thinking about all the people HE has walked with in Scripture, and the walk that I've been on with Him these past 12 rotations of the sun.

In fact as I type, I'm wondering how many people in churches have yet to start really walking with Him; rather than just stopping to pay respects at intervals along the way.

For me, I started walking with Him in the Summer of 99. I had been saved and filled with Holy Spirit several years earlier, but it was then that my journey started to take into account the fact that I was not alone, and that He had better direction than I did.

In a practical way, in the spring of 2000 I started taking walks with Him. As in I would go on a walk, without other people, but just with Him. I started thinking that if I was to one day marry Jesus, that we'd better start by dating.  So since I didn't really know how to "know" God, I started interacting with Him the way I would when I would start dating someone. 

So we started going on walks, I would talk, He would listen.  He would talk, I would cry. It was good.  I talked to Him about my childhood, memories I had, my first kiss, my first BMX bike and how much I loved BMX riding as a kid.  I talked to Him about HighSchool and how much it sucked.  How my heart hurt all the time, and how afraid I was.  I laughed at myself, He laughed at me too.  We talked about dreams in my heart, dreams in His heart.  He would tell me where He was when I got my first BMX, or how He remembered the crush I had on Kelly Shiplack all through grade school.   He would talk to me about my parents and give me perspective on what they were going through as I was growing up.  He would talk to me about His heart, His thoughts on what was happening with His family. (His kids really) Talked about how He sees time, and how He is outside of Time and yet present in Time as well. (That was a long talk ; ) 

Most of all we just walked.  Sometimes we would hold hands.  (I'm serious, if you've never physically felt Him hold your hand, you should ask Him to sometime.  BUT be open for it to be different than my experience...)

SO - back to the Green Mile.  I think that depending on your destination, you are in the foothills of Heaven, or the Mountain tops of Hell.

If you are walking without Him, I don't know how you do it. I have a respect for you.  but also I am sad for you. I'm sad the way you'd feel if your friend was at the beach on a perfect day, but refused to come out of the port-a-john because they believed that they had everything they needed in there. 

If you are walking with Him, be encouraged, He is leading you to His own realm and showing you hints of Heaven along the way.

If you are following Him, why don't you ask Him to wait up and walk the rest of the way together. It's far more fun to Hold His Hand.

Selah.