Friday, March 07, 2008

Footprints in the Sand... another version

Footprints in the Sandanother version


Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together.

For much of the way, the Lord’s footprints go along steadily,

consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your footprints are a

disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles,

departures, and returns.


For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your

footprints come more in line with the Lord’s, soon paralleling His

consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends! This seems

perfect, but then an interesting thing happens:


Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus’ are now

walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints are

your smaller ones, you and Jesus are becoming one. This goes on

for many miles, but gradually you notice another change.


The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger.

Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of

footprints -- they have become one! This goes on for a long time,

but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time

it seems even worse!


Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A

variable mess of prints. You are amazed and shocked.

Your dream ends. Now you pray:


“Lord, I understand the first scene with zigzags and fits. I was

a new Christian; I was just learning. But you walked on through

the storm and helped me learn to walk with you.” “That is correct.”

“…and when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was

actually learning to walk in Your steps; followed you very closely.”


“Very good. You have understood everything so far.” “When the

smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was

becoming like you in every way.” “Precisely.” “So, Lord, was there

a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time

it was worse than at first.”


There is a pause as the Lord answers with a smile in his voice.

“You didn’t know? That was when… we danced.”




“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose

under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh. A time to mourn,

and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:1,4

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