Our steps always end up going the wrong direction, no matter how hard we try…
Because “the way of man is not in himself.”*
Our only security is to follow the footsteps of Him who has gone before.
Embedded for centuries they stand unsullied, undamaged. They are engraved on a path strewn with rocks, sprinkled with blood and hedged about by thorns. Yet to the one who will closely examine the narrow track, they are there—ready to feel the tread of yet another soldier plant their feet firmly in their impress.
They will endure forever—a testimony to the One who has gone before…