Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path.[1] (PS 119:105)
Life is much like a trail. Jesus said we could travel the broad and straight way or we could take the less traveled narrow twisting trail (my paraphrase of Mat 7:13,14). I’ve learned several things about trails. They exist even if we can’t see them. They are seldom straight. They have many different surfaces. They lead to somewhere. That leaves the question about which trail we will follow and how it will affect us.
Trails exist, even in the dark. It’s just that they are harder to follow. Bob Phillips, my home pastor, gave me a small, red New Testament when I graduated from high school way back in the dark ages. He inscribed Ps. 119:105 inside the front cover. I’m sure I have that volume somewhere; I have the verse inscribed on my heart.
Back in King David’s day, street lights did not exist, so night travelers either fumbled in the dark, or became innovative. A popular solution was to attach a small lantern to one of their feet. This left both hands free; I suppose for fighting off bandits or carrying something. Notice the word “small”. The lanterns did not illuminate a great distance, only enough for a step or two, hence the “lamp to my feet” of this verse.
Our paths are often traveled in the dark. We may think we know the path ahead, but in the darkness, small impediments can become major obstacles. A root we routinely step over in the light of day trips us in the shadows of night. A fork in the trail we would avoid in the light can lead us astray in the night. We can become lost, broken, and killed on what we know in the light but follow in the dark. We need a light on our feet to light the path. That light is God’s Word.
Trails are seldom straight and level. I live in Hot Springs National Park, a beautiful part of Arkansas. We are surrounded by lakes, rivers, and mountains. All are serviced by trails, most are maintained, some are not. None are straight. Lakeside trails wander around the contour of the shore. River trails follow the twisting path of the river. Of course mountain trails are laced with switch backs and never lead straight up from the foot to the top of the mountain. Traveling a trail often leads to fantastic vistas and interesting discoveries.
Likewise, our lives take twists and turns we do not expect. In my mind, my path did not involve cancer, Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia, CLL, to be specific. Of course, that is only a major twist. There have been many less severe twists along my trail. Some have been life changing. Others have opened to wonderful vistas. All have affected how I view life. As I write this, I am preparing for another major twist: a stem cell transplant to hopefully cure the CLL.
Read the conclusion of this essay in the next post, coming soon.
[1] New American Standard Bible: 1995 update. 1995 (Ps 119:105). LaHabra, CA: The Lockman Foundation