Follow The Yellow Brick Road! Follow The Yellow Brick Road!
Dorothy begins her journey with fanfare- singing and dancing munchkins, a bright new land, a Good Witch and a promised happy ending. She even has new shoes. So off she goes- one foot in front of the other, on The Yellow Brick Road to get her wish, her dream, her heart’s desire.
When we think about Dorothy’s journey, we remember the action. We remember the first encounters with new friends and the darkest part of the forest- the highest highs and the lowest lows. But we often forget the slow steps between scenes. We forget the length of the road before the fork and the new friend. We remember our initial fright when we enter the haunted forest, but forget the hours of walking in the dark before our fears are confirmed. We forget the silence that falls between companions after hopes and dreams are earnestly shared.
The waiting. The walking. The passage of time.
Our mind can’t help but question whether our journey’s end will keep its promises. We wouldn’t say it out loud, but we wonder.
Who am I supposed to find at the end of this path anyway? I’ve never met him.
The people who encouraged me to start this journey- where are they now?
Maybe we doubt our companions. Do they really want to be with me? Are they just in this journey for themselves? If I wasn’t here, would it matter to them?
It’s a beautiful day in this unusual land. This place that is not my home. Why can’t I enjoy it? Why does it seem too still… too happy to go on being its own place, without even noticing that I am passing through? Why don’t I feel a connection here?
Just a little while ago there was danger… intimacy… victory… disappointment… tenderness…
Now there is only another part of the road. Another foot in front of the other. Why am I here? How did I get here? Do these people really know me? Where am I going?
Where am I going?
Today many Christians observe Holy Saturday, a day that brings pause to the roller-coaster of emotion and activity of remembering Jesus’ death and resurrection. We’ve just passed through a week of triumph, intimacy, betrayal, and tragedy.
We know how this chapter ends. We know that we are just short of the next page- the Resurrection- the ultimate triumph. But today we wait. This one day of stillness captures a snapshot of so many other days, so many other moments when we quietly entertain a few doubts. We’ve been promised something but the road seems so very long.
Today we honor the feeling of not yet being home. We accept that sometimes we walk with disappointment, disillusionment and disorientation.
Yet we wouldn’t keep walking, keep waiting, if some tiny part of us didn’t have hope that the end of our journey would keep its promises. So we keep walking. And when the silence lifts and we turn to our companions, we keep telling our story and proclaiming our hope.
“And I remember that some of it wasn’t very nice– but most of it was beautiful! But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, ‘I want to go home.'”