I love that phrase, not that I use it very often, but I just like it. It has a feeling of authenticity, don’t you think? It’s no nonsense, the ‘time is now’, ‘get serious’. When someone uses that phrase it makes me stand up and pay attention!
I imagine that Jesus’ life was ‘where the rubber meets the road’. In three short years he did more things than any book could ever hold. His mission was to show us the face of the Father and he did that through his words and actions. And yet, he always made time to meet people one-on-one, to stop when someone touched a tassle on his cloak, to converse with a women getting water at a well, and to welcome children. He laughed, he cried, and he prayed. He loved.
Where the rubber meets the road doesn’t mean that we must be ‘running’ all the time. Maybe it doesn’t even mean that we must always move forward…maybe it simply means that we adopt an authenticity, a real-ness to everything that we say and do.
Certainly everyone didn’t agree with Jesus, people still don’t, but how can anyone argue with his essence, his Truth? I want to be a ‘where the rubber meets the road’ kind of person.
Reflections on the Journey 
Oh…Andie, I love that phrase too… And certainly Jesus was the perfect example of authenticity that we must follow.
Thanks for the visit, and your sweet comment 🙂
Doris
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that phrase, but I like it too. There’s a clear honesty to it, saying that something is what it is, without mincing words. Nice.
I love that it doesn’t necessarily mean running around, busy all the time…but doing what we do with authenticity and kindness. 🙂
You doing good, Andie.
“where the rubber meets the road” — a phrase that I was raised with. I was taught it meant — cut through the BS and tell it like it is. Awww….authenticity…something I strive for all day long every day, but it’s not easy. It’s as if you spend the first half of your life encountering and taking on the opposite of authentic and then you spend the last half peeling it away in order to remember who you are.
It reminds me of something I wrote in a journal on October 20, 1996: “For a moment I forgot who I was supposed to be and I was who I am.”
Thank you.
Hmm…I’ve never heard that phrase interpreted as a lesson in authenticity, but it makes some good sense. It’s used by someone I know as a “time to make it happen” type of saying, and how can anyone really make anything good happen without authenticity?