“Thus says the Lord: ‘Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.’” – Jeremiah 6:16
Give me the ancient path.
Let me stay on the well-worn road of the Gospel. A straight way marked out in eternity by God Himself, where sin-burdened wanderers receive untold grace. Give me the ancient path, the one that leads to a bloody savior bearing wrath deserved for me, then rising to offer life forever.
Give me the ancient path, the one found on each page of my thinline Bible. The one I sing of in four-stanza hymns. The one recited in church creeds throughout the centuries. Rich orthodoxy, true and unchanging.
The ancient path doesn't attract much foot traffic. New avenues are always enticing us. So many voices call us to consider other ways – dangerous offshoots where God is interested most in my prosperity, the Bible is out-dated, and sin is debatable.
These are crooked paths.
But give me the ancient path. Remind me that this aged road is the only way to salvation. It alone is steady and sure. It alone guides me homeward.
The ancient path is what I plead for my own wandering heart. It’s what I plead for my children, who will encounter so many winding side roads. It’s what I plead for the Church.
Give me the ancient path; let me return there again and again.