Arlington Christian School - Diakonos Yearbook (Arlington, WA)

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CAUTION! WATCH YOUR STEP! DON'T STEP ON ME! STAY ON TRACK ! WALKING TOGETHER. PATHWAYS. Life involves traveling, walking, driving. Constantly on the move, going wherever out paths take us. Stepping out in faith. Be- ing stepped on. Tripping and being tripped. Running, dashing, strolling, limping. So many different ways that we take paths through life. Life is a challenge. Being told to be careful, rules to follow to keep us on the right course. Charts to follow, signs to read, voices to hear, heed or ignore. Walking with those we love and care for. Running down the courts of the field work- ing together to win. Chasing after someone who just poured water down our back. Lunging for that rebound or strectching to hit the tape. Driving through driver's ed and trying to stay on the road and out ot ditches. We are Followers of the Way. Following in the footsteps of Jesus, trying to live as he would want us to live. Life can often times give us an easy pace if we stop to look, hear and listen to the voices found in creation. Robert Frost reminds us that our choices of paths to take will make the difference in how our day and life goes. We are often attracted to the easy and beautiful, when sometimes our paths need to go through some undergrowths to reach our destina- tion. Jesus was a pioneer, blazing a trail for us to follow. He took risks, experience times of being put down, rejected and hated. Other times he experienced joy and happiness. He was not afraid to take roads less traveled by. Enjoy your paths through life, and through the book. The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for the passing there Had worn really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh, Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost P A T H W A Y S 5