In my imagination, I see… Serena and I holding hands and swinging our arms skipping down the Holiness Highway. We’re twins, about 8 years old, dressed alike in little cotton dresses. I’m barefoot, she’s wearing combat boots. Our hair is bouncing and we’re laughing. It’s bright and sunny out with clear blue skies. Daisies fill the ditches. Bluebirds are twittering. Woodpeckers are pecking. Sunlight sparkles through the warrior angels of light standing motionless along the Sacred Way with their backs to us, as they face out toward the wide world.

We hear a vroom vroom revving up of a motorcycle idling behind us. We turn to see our Lord Guide in his CHiPs uniform. He’s looking around at the forest beyond and the Golden City ahead. When he sees us spot him he gives a casual salute and revs the engine again. We run to him and climb up on the bike. Serena perches on the handle bars squealing and laughing. I prefer to sit in back holding tightly to his waist. I’m scared and excited! He says in a booming voice, “Did somebody call for ACCELERATION?” We laugh and laugh. “Lord, tell us your secret name!” He says, “My real name is….” but we can’t make it out because of the wind in our ears as we race toward eternity.

There will be a highway of holiness called the Sacred Way. The impure will not be permitted on this road, but it will be accessible to God’s people. And not even fools will lose their way.

Isaiah 35:8 TPT