Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, "We will not walk in it." ~Jeremiah 6:16
What is the good way? I guess that’s a pretty important question to answer if we ever have any hope of walking in it. It is a beautiful thing to consider that God has made a good way for us. It is an alluring thought. But the truth is that so often I’m not even paying attention to it. My daily reality tends to be that I just put my head down and march forward. And quite often the way that I march forward in is not the good way at all. It is simply the way of my habits and patterns, and of the demands and expectations of others. Rarely do I take time to stand at the crossroads. Rarely do I make space to look, to pay attention to whatever God might want me to see—or to hear. Rarely do I stop to ask for the ancient paths, to ask where the good way is. No wonder I have such a hard time walking in it.
There is a good way though. There is a way that God has made for us that is the way of life and peace and joy. Not because it is so easy (in the way we normally use the word), most likely the way is not easy at all. But it is his way for us, meaning that it is the way we walk with him—the one that leads to the life and the joy and the rest our souls most deeply long for. After all, didn’t Jesus say, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” His yoke is easy in the sense that it was a yoke that was made for us. The literal translation of “easy” in Matthew 11:30 is well-fitting. It was made especially for us. It fits us perfectly. Therefore, the good way is the way that we were made to walk in. It is the way that makes us most ourselves—our created in his image, God-breathed selves. It is the way of being rather than doing. It is the way of loving rather than defending. It is the way of engaging rather than hiding. It is the way of listening rather than proving. It is the way that makes us come alive inside. It is the way that gives rest to our souls. The only question is: Will we walk in it?