Article September 12, 1914 Issue

True Guidance

B. E. LANGDON

The absolute futility of relying upon so-called human intelligence and wisdom to direct our footsteps, and the necessity of pausing and waiting on God when in doubt what path to pursue, was brought home to me very clearly one day some months ago.

Together with a friend, I went up on a mountain to pick berries. I knew nothing about the place, but my companion knew the vicinity well. When, therefore, we were ready to come home, she led the way, while I followed, closely at first; but finally I lingered to get a few more berries, only to find, upon looking up, that she had disappeared from view. I had no idea which way she had gone or which way one ought to go to get down the mountain, but fear and dismay urged me to do something, and seeing what looked like an opening in the thicket which surrounded me. I set out in this direction, thinking it might be the proper path. Before I had gone far, however, I found that the opening was deceptive, for it only led into a growth of brambles and underbrush so dense that it was impossible for me to go any farther.

Necessity having compelled a pause, I began to realize that I did not have to try to find my way home myself with only blind belief for a guide, for my friend, with her thorough knowledge of the place, would come back for me when she saw I was not following her. Even while I was thinking thus, I heard her calling, and soon she joined me. Soon we were started safely on the homeward path, which, by the way, led in a direction directly opposite to the one in which mere conjecture had led me to start.

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