The Sidewalk

I want to tell you about a sidewalk. It had 1913 stamped on it...five years short of 100 years here in May of 2008.

I had deliberately protected the 1913 signature logo of some long defunct concrete company, probably contracted by the City of Coeur d'Alene, Idaho to form and pour many blocks of curbs, gutters and sidewalks in that long ago time - 1913. Even when it was necessary to dig up and re-pour the sidewalk around it, I made sure that the oval shaped logo was left because of the message it held in my mind.

Even during the process of excavation and construction of a new church building in the early 1970s, when heavy equipment and concrete trucks rolled over that old sidewalk, it stood and withstood through it all. Lawnmowers and snowplows and vehicles of all descriptions repeatedly ran over it. Besides pedestrians, there were hundreds of bicycles, baby strollers, motor cycles, skate boards and roller skates, wagons and wheelbarrows that it had uncomplainingly supported.

For more than 90 years this old sidewalk that ran down Third Street in front of the Wesleyan Church and parsonage- where we were privileged to pastor for nearly 40 years- had faithfully, dependably, quietly and predictably supported the footfalls of thousands of residents and pedestrians.

The reason for telling you this is that you could depend on that old sidewalk, though my guess is that you could count on one hand those users who had appreciated it. It had done its job - had faithfully performed its intended purpose - through all of those 90 plus years in summers of blistering, 100-degree, August heat as well as in 40 below, harsh, North Idaho winters.

We are wealthy beyond description if we have someone in our lives who has provided for us "a sidewalk"; someone whom we can count on who can show us the way to walk through life; someone who can be a safe guide for us; someone who can point us in the direction of a certain future; someone who can be trusted to be more interested in us than themselves.

By W.L. Boone