Desolate Journey

Has anyone out there read “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy? I grabbed it for something to read on a recent flight. Don’t ever fly via Chicago if you can help it. The immigration line is monstrous. I was standing in it for an hour and a quarter, but I had my book and I read most of it as I and hundreds of others in transit shuffled our way slowly between the ropes.

It was an appropriate context. Immigration facilities are always bleak and drab and the whole exercise feels dreary and tedious …although of course, that stamp in your passport is all-important for entry into the country.

The book breaks in on a journey which has been going on for an unspecified time. A father and son, we gradually understand, are journeying on foot to the East coast of America. But this is not a fun father/son trip for further bonding: this is a weary trudge through unrelenting desolation. We infer that there has been, years before, some catastrophic event which has resulted in the entire landscape being ravaged by fire, but a sort of fire which has been final in its effects: perhaps a nuclear disaster.


There are no leaves on the charred and blackened trees, no grass sprouting up from the sooty dust. Old cars and trucks lie rusty and derelict in the roads. Cities are ruined and empty, railways twisted and buckled in the aftermath of a holocaust of heat. Mummified victims lie where they fell; tarmac roads have melted and re-solidified in uneven lumps.

Occasionally there is evidence of other human survivors, living by scavenging, skulking and hunting like animals. The father and son from time to time stumble upon a cache of tinned goods that someone hoarded for just such a time but did not live to use. They trudge wearily, fearfully, doggedly to the coast, presumably in the hope of finding a means of escape: perhaps a boat to another country? But the sea when they eventually find it, is no longer sparkling blue but grey, leaden, lifeless. There is no escape! The lights are going out. No hope. Life is being extinguished in all its forms.


It is a sobering read, horrible, but gripping. In such an extremity is there any morality? Indeed, any need for morality? Or kindness? Compassion? Generosity? The father is acutely conscious that to share any food they have or blankets or clothes, with the few unfortunates they meet, is to seriously jeopardise their own chances of survival. So he instructs his son to turn way from, be hostile to, anyone they meet. But the boy is like a metaphor for his conscience: he wants to display some humanity. He has an innate feeling that it is right to do so. Some moral sense is still present.

It made me think. This is what life is like for those who have no hope, no expectation, no future glory to anticipate. What is the point? Who are we? Where are we going? The answers are nothing, no-one, and nowhere. I have been a Christian for so long that I have forgotten what it must be like to have no future and no hope.


We have a message! We are going somewhere, we have hope.  “The path of the righteous grows brighter and brighter until the perfect day” Proverbs 4:18. The older we get, the further on in our journey, the nearer we are to the perfect light. Instead of vanishing into darkness, our path becomes ever more illuminated. The dawn is coming, the sun is rising, full daylight is ahead! Yes, the Earth will  be destroyed and thrown away as an old garment, but the new is coming. “Faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see, “ (Hebrews11:1)  “Eye has not seen or ear heard neither has the heart conceived what God has prepared for those who love him”. (1 Cor 2:9) .We are a people of hope.


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3 responses to “Desolate Journey

  1. Gerrard Pitcher

    When our children are taught that they are here merely by chance, and the only reason for their existence is to perpetrate their genes, we can hardly wonder at an amoral society clutching at straws, i.e. any vestige of ‘hope’ and ‘decency’. Remember the old Coke advert: “what the World needs today is Coca-Cola, it’s the real thing”? For Coke, they substitute almost any-“thing” except God!
    Thank Jesus we have, not the “real thing” but the reality of a living hope in our Saviour!

  2. WEll said Gerard,

  3. Wow. Your post is so true.

    I used to work admitting patients to an ER. There are two separate instances that stick out in my mind from that time. One was a man who told me he was dying…he said that he had been an alcoholic until he became a Christian five years before, he hadn’t drank since that point, but recently had came down with cirrhosis of the liver. He didn’t understand why he was getting it now, he told me, but he was at peace with God. The peace and hope showed in his eyes.

    The other was a couple who told me about numerous major blows they had recently received, job losses, as well as serious illness. They spoke with strength as they said, despite it all, they believed God was in control!

    Hope is a rare commodity in this world; it makes me sad when I think about how many people (other than the two above instances) that I saw coming through the hospital who didn’t have hope. It showed in their eyes, their faces, and in their words. To this day, I pray for God to call Christians to work as dr.’s, nurses, paramedics, aides, law enforcement, etc. The world needs people who look past appearances and harsh language, to see, and offer what we enjoy–a wonderful, loving relationship with Jesus. I can’t claim to understand if my presence had an effect in that job, but I firmly believe that not only was God there, He was wanting to give that hope to each person that came through those doors!

    Sorry for the long drawn-out comment. Your post reminded me that I have forgotten what it is to be without hope, Thank you for the reminder.

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