THE CHRISTIAN WALK….

As Christians, we are trekking through a wooded life. Salvation and reconciliation has started us on our journey. Like Jesus promised, our path is narrow and lightly traveled. Our start was at the cross and our goal is paradise with our Lord and our loved ones. As we hike, the Holy Spirit is our compass and our bible is our map. Each night we pitch our tent (the Church) and it may shield us as we rest. We walk though difficulty, though rocky mountains with uphill and downhill strife, through dessert lands that are long parched and beating down on us with its heat. We may sometimes come to that well traveled road that many people travel and it’s easy path often temps us but we have to remember that it leads us away from our intended destination. At the same time we see a traveler on that road and invite them to join us.
As we travel we fear our steps and trust our eyes as we try to remember the compass’s direction and the maps topography. We’ve tucked the compass and map away for safe keeping because we know their importance and we confidently trek on. The map prophesied of the next landmark that we look for that directs us to our next turn. So we walk and walk at first for hours then days and months looking for the landmark. Our tent becomes tattered because of neglect and quick packing. Our night fires are becoming harder and harder to start because our matches are old and have gotten wet. Wet with a sinful life. No longer pure and protected.
Suddenly I realize that nothing looks familiar. I pull out the map and nothing makes sense. The compass seems to point in the wrong direction. In the distance I see a mountain that I recognized from the map earlier. I make a mad dash toward it. Jumping over stumps, ducking under branches and powering through streams. Abruptly I stop. There’s a canyon between me and Mt. Zion. I turn around and look back at many faces of people that I encouraged to join me. They look scared, confused and some even angered. I’m lost.
There’s one face I don’t see. I look all around to find Him but he wasn’t behind me and sadly not in front of me. He’s the one that started me on my journey. He’s the one that Gave me my compass, map and made my tent. He didn’t give me matches but started that first fire. Taught me how to carry the ambers and to keep the fire going not letting it go out. He’s the one that said …. FOLLOW ME.
Suddenly I realized I’m saying I and me instead of Him or we.
Remembering back He was with me at the start. Well not Him with me but me with Him. I thought I saw a short cut so I jumped ahead. I forgot what I was doing and carried on without Him. I lost track of the miles, days, months and years.
You call yourself saved…. but are you following Him? You may allow The Holy spirit and Bible to be part of your life but are you still following Him. Do you still have Joy when you talk about Him and what He’s done for you? Or have you stopped talking about Him all together? Are you afraid to mention His name because it may upset someone or embrace yourself? Please repent. Call out to the Lord in Jesus’ name and He will be faithful to come to you. Then simply…. Follow Him.