This is a story I wrote a few years ago. It was this story that prompted me to name this Blog, On The Way...
THE CLOUD
I could not see far ahead of me except for the the guiding light. The haziness was thick all around me. All that I knew was that the path at my feet. Straight and narrow, yet firm and assuring. A path walked by many others ahead and even more behind.
I trodded on.
Then I noticed a figure walking ahead of me. Not knowing who it was, I continued my pace knowing that slowly I would eventually catch up. I observed this figure as it grew closer and larger into view.
"Hey! I've seen you before, How have you been?" thus started our conversation. And for a time, we walked together, speaking, talking sharing and praying. Then I thought, "Hmmm, this person would make a pretty good companion for the rest of this journey. Perhaps we could walk hand in hand." But that was when I noticed that there is another person ahead of me and you told me that his were the hands whom you'll like to hold in your journey.
Heart downcast, I walked on.
Yet the mourning did not linger. For a breeze stired up and a fresh wind lifted the haze around me. At once I saw the wondorous truth of the world that had always been around me but I have never seen.
I was walking upon an open plain, as wide as the eye could contain. Upon this plain were countless paths all leading in the the same direction. Straight paths were these and much the same as the one on which I trod. This haze that had long covered my eyes was the dust kicked up by travellers akin.
There I saw that many walked upon the same way that I have gone. I saw that many had another hand to hold on, and 2 were walking as one.
Yet the one thing that caught my eyes, the one thing that astounded me, was that there many who walked alone, eyes fixed ahead upon the light that had been my guide. Upon the Cross that is leading us all, home.
"Farwell to you my friend." I bade goodbye, with a smile and great hope.
"May you find joy in those clapsed hands. It was a joy that for awhile we walked together."
I know then that there would be a day when my path would meet with many others. Some paths would join with mine as friends and allies, while others I would meet to guide me on my way. Some paths which I would serve as guide and others that would strenghten and refresh my way.
As the wind resided and the dust returned, faith and hope grew in my heart for once I had seen the plain, my view was never the same again. I knew too that upon this path that I now trod, I would meet another whose hand I'll hold one day.
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Heh heh heh, that is it!! Errm.. explain??
We are all walking in the same direction and that is towards Christlikeness. There are many on this same journey but all are taking their own paths.
The dust cloud in the story represents the cloud of witnesses that walk along with us. They surround us, we watch and encourage each other. The cloud also blocks our vision but we know that we are headed in the right way because the presence of this cloud speaks of others walking ahead of us.
In regards to the holding of hands and stuff... well... I think you can guess lah... no need to be too detailed about that...
Walk on my friend.