Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Road Untrodden

The Untrodden path is unknown but it is still a road
It begins somewhere and leads somewhere..
The Believer walks in a way prepared of the Lord.
The Way is a unit, every part a part of the whole.
Each part leads to the next and the next is the result of what went before.

Today is the sum of all yesterdays, and each tomorrow is the issue of the day before.

The continuity remains.  The end and the beginning belong to the same road.

Before each of us, is the untrodden road of a New Year.

In such cases, for the pilgrim two things are sure:

     the Presence of the Lord
     and the sufficiency of His Grace.

That is all.

That is enough.

Lo, we can tread rejoicing
The narrow pilgrim road;
We know the voice that calls us,
We know our faithful God.

Thoughts fed by those of Samuel Chadwick (1860-1932)
Poetry from Gerhardt Ter Steegen (1697-1769)