Almost everywhere I’ve lived has had what we call storm drains. The streets are designed so that excessive rain water would flow down the curbs and eventually into one of these drains. This helps prevent flooding I suppose. In order to get the water to flow to the intended and appropriate drain occasionally the civil engineer (i.e. monkey with a crayon) would need to create or design a path across some streets at intersections. This generally is done by making two dips, one on either side of the intersection. It also created jobs: someone has to make diamond shaped dip warning signs and someone has to fix the front end of cars whose drivers didn’t know there was an eminent dip because the dip sign is hanging in the “man cave” of the civil engineer that designed the dip.
My grandparents lived half a block from the very end of 17th street in Paris, TX. The last cross street before their house was Jackson, also known as “Snuff Street.” Snuff Street got its name because there were dips at every intersection. When Granddaddy would take my brothers and me on an adventure we would generally pull away from his house and turn left or right down Jackson. There were far more dips to the left. As we would ride, sitting on the tailgate, of his truck, we would chant in unison, “ride a block take a dip, ride a block take a dip.” Sometimes if we would stretch our little legs way out our feet would drag the ground as we “took a dip.”
There were not many stop signs on Snuff Street. It was too dangerous to speed. Speeding resulted in destroyed front ends or under carriages on your car from the intersections. Granddaddy didn’t drive fast anyway. It was quite an accomplishment if he shifted into second gear between blocks. It did, however, seem as though you sped through the blocks pretty quickly and the dips and intersections took seemingly forever. Sometimes granddaddy wouldn’t slow down quite enough and would hit the dips pretty hard. That could be pretty teeth jarring and unforgiving on one’s backside.
The older I get the more I realize life is similar to snuff street. Things may be going fine for a while, no problems, no worries, and then you hit one of those dips. Sometimes expected, sometimes not (remember, sometimes there are no warning signs). People call these high points and low points, peaks and valleys, feast and famine. Whatever we call these “dips in the road” they are real and often jarring. Truth is you can’t avoid them by taking a different road or driving left or right around them… you go through them. Be encouraged, though, many people have traveled these dips before and have lived to tell about it. Jesus even experienced the highs and lows in life. It’s good to know we have a savior who has “been there done that.”
Often as we’re headed down into the dip, the dip is all we can see. Look up! The road doesn’t stop at the bottom of the dip!