Thanks for visiting our blog! House Truckin' will chronicle our unconventional life as we travel, work, and homeschool on the road while living full-time in our 43' fifth wheel (a/k/a house truck). See the 4/16/11 post or 'About Us' page for details about our crazy idea. This blog is a work-in-progress so please check back often and feel free to comment!
- "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness - all foes to real understanding. Likewise, tolerance or broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in our little corner of the earth all one's lifetime." Mark Twain
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Journey or Homestead?
Every great story involves a quest. In J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins ran from the door at a quarter till eleven without even so much as a pocket handkerchief and launched on an adventure that would change his life forever. Alice stepped through the looking glass into Wonderland; Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter stumbled through the wardrobe into Narnia. Abraham left his country, his people, and his father’s household to follow the most outlandish sort of promise from a God he’d only just met, and he never came back. Jacob and his sons went to Egypt for some groceries and four hundred years later the Israel nation pulled up stakes and headed for home. Peter, Andrew, James, and John all turned on a dime one day to follow the Master, their fishing nets heaped in wet piles behind them. The Sacred Romance involves for every soul a journey of heroic proportions. And while it may require for some a change of geography, for every soul it means a journey of the heart. The choice before us now is to journey or to homestead, to live like Abraham, the friend of God, or like Robinson Crusoe, the lost soul cobbling together some sort of existence with whatever he can salvage from the wreckage of the world. Crusoe was no pilgrim; he was a survivor, hunkered down for the duration. He lived in a very, very small world where he was the lead character and all else found its focus in him. Of course, to be fair, Crusoe was stranded on an island with little hope of rescue. We have been rescued, but still the choice is ours to stay in our small stories, clutching our household gods and false lovers, or to run in search of life. (The Sacred Romance , 143-44) John Eldredge
It’s interesting that this Daily Reading from one of my favorite writers, John Eldredge, was sent to me this week while I am in the planning stages of full-time RVing. You see, this is a dilemma that has been haunting me for months…to Journey or to Homestead? Lately, I have felt the need (perhaps from watching too many Glenn Beck shows this past year) to move away from high population areas, buy lots of land, and become homesteaders, like Robinson Crusoe, securing my family’s survival. I have been reading about self-sustaining things like bread-making, canning, and off-the-grid-living in general. I am a avid follower of politics and given our current state of affairs I feel that there is reason to fear the possibility of a collapse of the American system including everything we have come to rely on from energy delivery to food supplies to the value of the dollar. There has been this tug-of-war going on between my heart (journeying) and my brain (homesteading). My brain says to follow the logical conclusions of my fears and hunker down for difficult times. My heart says to trust God and follow my dreams. But, when you are a husband and father your personal dreams tend to get overshadowed by things like security, as they should. Or should they?
What would I be teaching my daughter by living and planning our lives around fear? I believe in living in reality, but not at the expense of our hearts. As long as my wife is on board with the full-timing dream (and she emphatically is), then we will go in that direction, throwing caution to God. I will be wise and plan properly, but not obsessively.
I believe I have the heart of an adventurer for a reason: I was made in God’s image. His image is one of adventure, wildness, and strength…not complacency, fear, or passiveness. Society has convinced too many men that their work is done once they have built their family fortress. This has cost us dearly as men. Our hearts have been destroyed by trading them in for security. I refuse to live like that. I want to take the journey, wife and daughter in arms, and see what God has in store for us as we trust Him for our security.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
Henry David Thoreau