Have you ever walked through the woods on a cloudy night? Strange sounds that screech like finger nails scraping against a chalk board or the dried leaves and twigs snapping under foot, my eyes are blinded from the pitch black darkness. Not a twinkling of light shows through the forest canopy.
Panic enters the mind. I walk with soft tiny steps to feel each little stone or root. My steps quicken then something springs up and hits my leg, it is a stick big enough to use as a blind man’s cane.
On the darkened path a pair of red beady eyes stare at me. All I see are those horrific eyes without face or form. I fall to my knees, my hands cup my face tears stream down my cheeks. I am lost with no one to help me. I cry out. “My God, my God what evil lurks within this darkness.” “Help me, please help me.” I have no idea how long I laid there in a fetal position.
I open my eyes and rise to my feet. Up ahead I see a lighted path, at that moment a peace comes over me. It’s like how a baby feels a comfort and protection when it is in the arms of its’ parent. The lighted path is narrow and the way to it is hard. To journey cautiously in the woods at night, we need a light in order to avoid the pitfalls of the darkness. In this life we venture through a dark forest of evil, but God’s word can be our light to show us the way.
Are guided by the light on your path or road to keep you from stumbling and falling?