Why would I choose a different way when I could instead walk on, as I had been, using my senses to guide me to the next step and direction? But there was the voice again. Insistent this time. “Turn…” I glanced over my shoulder again to see the speaker but found, again, only darkness. It was maddening. Logic went against turning to what I could not see. There was only the voice behind, whereas there was the clear path in front. So I walked on.
Here’s a brief reflection on the nature of repentance. I was thinking about Pilgrim’s Progress when I wrote this, sort of in the same style:
I was once walking along a road with no real direction in particular. I found myself just picking the way to go based on the friendliness of the path – was there sunshine? Were there potholes? Did one way look more inviting than the other? The way before me was spread out, so I walked on at my leisure with little intentionality.
But then I heard a voice behind me saying, “Turn…”
I did not want to turn around. I wanted to choose the way I should go.