The path of faith can sometimes be dark and tough to follow, but because of the ones that have traveled this road before, you are able to follow their well-worn threads.
We are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses .... —Hebrews 12:1 (niv)
I have long been drawn to old roads. I look at well-worn tracks in the forest or up the mountain and wonder who walked them for the first time and what the land looked like then. Sometimes I imagine deer or moose trekking along a ridge down from the mountain to a stream, and eventually men following until a path is formed and then a road is built in its place.
Walking these roads every day, I am sometimes reminded of other important “roads” in my life.
Traveling along the road of faith, I am never alone. My great-grandmother used to challenge me as a boy. She told me to learn the Bible, inspiring me to follow her example by reading it every day and memorizing many verses. Then my grandparents asked me to love the Lord and, more importantly, showed me how to do it in the hands-on ways that their compassion went out to the elderly, whom they served every week in nursing homes.
My parents, too, shined a light down that path of faith that can sometimes be dark and tough to follow. Also, aunts and uncles, friends and mentors have walked the path before me. I am able to follow their well-worn treads. Because of them all, I know which way to go.
I will follow You today, Lord.
Written by Jon Sweeney
Digging Deeper: Heb 12:1–17