While living in the Andes Mountains our family would often camp just below the snow line on Cotopoxi, an Ecuadorian volcanic mountain of over 19,000 feet. The air was thin and there was no artificial light anywhere in sight, so the nights were ink black. It is difficult and perilous to walk on steep, uneven ground shrouded in the black of night, but this is how it often feels in this world for the person trudging the “narrow way”. Natural abilities and brainpower are incapable of safely navigating us through spiritual darkness. Thankfully, we are never alone in this journey. Father of Light, I would fall into the abyss were it not for your tender care and guiding hand. Shine upon my stumbling steps. True Light of My Eyes and Heart, guide me to Your perfect will.
John Bunyan’s “The Pilgrim's Progress from This World, to That Which Is to Come” is an allegory written while he was imprisoned for his Christian beliefs. Until we reach the Golden Gates of Heaven we must progress in our walk of faith here on earth. Each time I think I understand God’s ways and means He turns the diamond and new facets of His splendor emerge. For the true believer there is no spiking the ball in the end zone on this side of Glory; there is no settling down where we are in this life. Not only am I tolerant of this constantly changing status, I am genuinely thankful for it. I am being pulled toward eternal purpose that I cannot fathom but I instinctively know awaits me. So I’ll keep my shoes on until it’s over. Lord, though I struggle in Your arms, You never let me go. Keep me moving toward Your perfect will. Help me never miss a turn or stop unnecessarily. Keep me progressing toward Your perfect will.