Making crooked paths straight.
Perfectly sums up why I share what I share and my theological journey into making a crooked path straight: The Calf-Path by Sam Foss One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. Since then three hundred years have fled, And I infer the calf is dead. But still he left behind his trail, And thereby hangs my moral tale. The trail was taken up next day, By a lone dog that passed that way; And then a wise bell-wether sheep Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep, And drew the flock behind him, too, As good bell-wethers always do. And from that day, o'er hill and glade. Through those old woods a path was made. And many men wound in and out, And dodged, and turned, and bent about, And uttered words of righteous wrath, Because 'twas such a crooked path; But still they followed—do not laugh— The first migrations of that calf, And through this winding wood-way...