Good books are often inspirational to me. I had just finished reading John Bunyan’s, “The Pilgrims Progress,” and “The Cost of Discipleship” by Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
My son was a kindergartner at the time. One day, as I was driving him home from school, he fell asleep curled up in the front seat of our car. It was a wet grey winter day and the sun had just broken the late morning clouds as we drove down the freeway.
As the sun shone in through the windows on my sleeping little boy, I was taken by the love I have for my children and the responsibility that comes in being a father.
To be a child of God is to be a pilgrim in a foreign land. I wrote this song to my children as a father would charge them to live their lives, and as a prayer that I might live my own.