In the wilderness of Judea somewhere south of Jerusalem; among the hills, trees, and rocks; God himself, is walking along some obscure path through the forest. Here a twig is snapped from a sapling; there, a rock is overturned, exposing fresh soil; up ahead, the course of the almighty has ventured frequently enough to form some kind of a deer track through the leaves.


Somewhere behind comes Little David. He is running – and panting. “You are pursuing God,” he counsels himself; “look sharp; don’t miss any of the signs; stay alert; don’t succumb to your weariness; all that you desire is ahead of you; make sure that you stay on his track.”


Teach me thy paths;

Thy paths, O Lord.


Jonas J. Borntreger