Choosing a Road to Travel

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish;
but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road.
~C.S. Lewis from The Great Divorce

Once again, our country is shaken by the horrific outcome of a political shooting. The candidate thankfully survived, but others perished in his stead. This kind of rampant violence takes away our freedom to assemble to express our opinions and choices.

So much value in our political life is placed on the right to have a choice — our country thrives on it: the choice to abort or let live, the choice to vaccinate or let nature take its course, the choice to recycle or overwhelm landfills, the choice to marry whom you wish or not at all, the choice to believe or decide there is nothing worth believing in.

Each fork in the road forces a choice.  Which is the ā€œrightā€ road and which necessitates rescue?

Each time I’ve chosen a road that ends up darkening to the point of invisibility or covered in brambles, potholes or muddy mire, I must choose again: keep going deeper into the darkness, or turn around and choose again.  I backtrack, rethink, make mistakes, get lost, try again.  When I finally come to my senses and whisper to God, ā€œThy will be done,ā€ only then does His light lead the way and swallow up my own darkness.

My hope remains unshaken:  God always has been faithful.

The right road to choose is the one He points to.

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