I don’t know if I have ever come upon a more perfect example of a waypoint than a Christian’s home. In the early days of Christianity people were called “The Way” rather than Christians, in reference to Jesus calling himself the way the truth and the light. A waypoint is a Christian’s home or dwelling. People that used to call themselves the way and a home is a place of rest and refueling; a stopping place on the journey of life. Now being that my house is quite literary on a walking trail I consider this house a near perfect place of rest.

My mother has no embarrassment when asking people walking the trail if she can pet their dogs and that is a great way to start a conversation in front of the Waypoint. As the talking continues the neighbors are looking around and see the garden in the side yard and may ask to see it. And with no hesitation she will go and show not only the garden, but also the back yard as well as the pool. If the neighbor has no animal with them then she will also show them the inside of the house, being very polite the entire time.

Now as for my Father, my dad loves to teach. He is a dying breed; the breed of people who instruct simply for the pure joy that someone will listen and learn and then pass on what they have heard. Dad works a full time job when he goes to work in the morning and when he comes home at night he continues to work to improve the quality of life for the company that he works for. He always shows joy in whatever project he works on, feeling that it is his purpose in life to be a great ambassador for God.

The elders in our Waypoint are my Grandma and Grandpa. They are so packed full of wisdom that I think that they would just burst if they held their tongues. Grandpa continuously works at keeping the house in good order whether it’s keeping the garden in working order, or making small repairs in the house. I find that if he wasn’t here this Waypoint would have run down long ago. My Grandmother lives up to her title; she cooks, cleans and has chats with anyone who comes into the house. But I realize that they will continue down their own narrow trail and rest at their destination sooner than my mother would like to see.

As for me I am the last of four children. I am next in line to take my teachers teachings and go into the world. And soon I will need to start my own waypoint that allows others to come and rest, if they decide to come.