Neander on the Path
Thursday, February 4th, 2010
The first day of a journey can be special. There is a wonderful mix of excitement, hope, and expectation. We set out with a sense of purpose and direction. We are on a path to the foot of the cross. No turning to the left or to the right. No wandering about. No meandering.
This is not to say that every journey to the foot of the cross is the same. Christ was driven through a brutal guantlet along the streets of Jerusalem, carrying the cross with Him. Mary walked to Golgotha, too, driven by a mother’s anguish and love. To one side a thief lashed out with jeers and taunts. To the other side a thief reached out with a plea for eternal mercy. All of them were in the same place. They were there on the same day. Yet for each one the journey was completely unique, and the destination was completely different.
Centuries later, Joachim Neander was on a journey of his own. As a young man he enjoyed meandering through the hills and valleys near his home. Neander’s meanders were so well known that a valley came to be named after him–Neander’s valley. He walked along, admiring the handiwork of his Creator.
A story is told that one day Neander wandered farther than usual. The sun went down. Storm clouds formed. Rain began to fall. Neander hurried through the darkness trying to make his way home. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning. For a brief moment the entire valley was illuminated, revealing that Neander’s next step in the dark could have been his last. He was at the edge of a precipice and would have fallen to his death. Frightened by the lightening and terrified by the cliff, he clambered away from the edge. Safely back on the path, Neander made his way home. Afterward, he always gave credit to God for saving him that night.
That experience shaped Neander’s life. His appreciation for creation remained as strong as ever, and his spiritual focus and purpose were sharpened. In the years that followed he wrote many hymns. One of them, Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, is a shout of joy for the Creator and His creation. As we journey into the labyrinth, may we enjoy the creation that God has laid before us, and like Neander, may we encounter God in wonderful and life-changing ways.
Follow the Path!
CARadke
I am starting this journey with a song in my heart, Isaac Watts’ When I Survey the Wondrous Cross. From the time I was a child I have always loved this hymn. I first sang it to the tune Hamburg, but over the years I have sung it using a variety of melodies.
A journey has a beginning and an end. Both are essential in defining the journey, but the course between these points is equally important. There are many ways to describe the course. There can be distance on the ground or “as the crow flies.” There can be “smooth sailing” or “rough going.” If there is more than one route, there can be “the high road” and “the low road.” Robert Frost wrote of taking “the road less traveled.” If the course or the destination is new, it might be called “trail blazing.” Regardless of the description, though, the traveler always follows a path.
There is something important and special about doors and entryways. They are placed to help us reach a destination. They exist so that we can pass through them. We go through because of what is on the other side.