This morning I was reading in the book of Jeremiah about ancient paths. We easily lose our way, don't we? One of the many reasons I keep reading Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson is her continued mention of the "old ways" slipping away until they were gone and almost forgotten. When I'm reading, I find myself wishing that bobbin lace would remain a way for women to make extra money and that the abandoned cottages would not fall into disrepair and crumble down to nothing but a memory.
Wouldn't you love to read a book about ancient paths? I guess that's why I loved Mount Joy (the story/novel about a pilgrimage).
Yesterday while the students were testing (BIG state tests this week. YIKES!) I picked up a book about the Amish. Isn't their life so appealing? They try to follow the ancient paths, don't they? Their farms are so beautiful.
Is the lure of the ancient paths the reason we like to go out walking? We go. We go out and we look around. We try to take the road less traveled. The ancient paths are so different from the world's super highway (all new and inviting). Shall we travel the narrow road, good pilgrims?
