In the subculture of nomadic peoples, both those who roamed the earth thousands of years ago as well as those of today, there is a constant pursuit: the search for ideal weather. In RV culture, a category of travelers growing in popularity at an unprecedented rate, there is a saying that accompanies this pursuit. Chasing 70. If you’re going to forego living in a grounded structure and choose instead the freedom to change that ground as often as you like, why not pick places where you can get outside and really enjoy your surroundings? A place where the average temperature rarely strays too far from seventy degrees. 

What if our souls were made for something similar? What if we were designed for a spiritual seventy degrees? Maybe we’ve been there before, but struggle to remain, especially when storms come, rains fall, temperatures flux and we find ourselves beaten and battered by the elements.

How do we live life at our soul’s optimum cadence, the pace we were designed for, regardless of internal or external changes? How do we find a rhythm of rest for our lives so that we can handle life no matter the conditions that confront us, stormy or calm?

Chasing 70 is the belief that such a rhythm of existence is possible.  But it requires a willingness on our part to do something countercultural, counter even to the idea of chasing. To get to where we’re going, we must first slow down. We must consider the pace of life modeled for us long ago by a simple carpenter from Nazareth. The pace of Christ.

Come, follow in the footsteps of the “Three Mile an Hour” God, and you just might find the seventy degrees you’ve been searching for all your life.