I used to think that if I had several hours in a car, the only “good use” of that time was prayer. Since my college days, I have made frequent road trips between my various homes. I always wanted to make that time “productive.” I would literally feel guilty if I hadn’t prayed enough on a road trip.
Last night, I had another long drive to meet family for Thanksgiving. Instead of struggling with false guilt, I simply listened to several hours of diverse music. As I relaxed my mind, and soaked in contentment, I could classify that musical journey as a spiritual experience. The music produced nostalgia, inspiration, indignation and hope. Isn’t that what art is suppose to do? I thought about creative ideas, sermon illustrations, family goals and long-term perspective. It may have been the best time of prayer I have had in a while, and I didn’t actually “pray.”