Three times in the last week, I woke up around 3am thinking about labyrinths. I’ve been working on ideas around another Holy Week online activity like I did last year for the stations of the cross but each idea felt like a dead end. But there was something stirring about labyrinths…about these looping paths that lead to a holy center.
A year ago when we first started this Covid thing, I spent time most every day at this labyrinth … walking, praying, listening. Some times I brought Scout but learned that dogs don’t quite understand this labyrinth thing.
Praying the labyrinth really drew me in years ago as I started to focus on my faith as the steps along the way and not necessarily the destination. That’s the beauty of the labyrinth – there are no dead ends – only a path that at times feels very close to the center and at times feels further away. At times feels like it is a long consistent walk and others when it feels like it keeps twisting and turning. That to me, is the path of life.
Teach me your way, O LordPsalm 86:11
that I may walk in truth.