Could it be that we lost something because had we not lost it, we would have lost ourselves?

Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we’re going to stay lost.

We look around us and we find ourselves confused as to why the world has fallen into such deep darkness. And standing in this descending darkness, what we need to realize is that the farther we move from God, the darker everything gets. And no light of man can illuminate that kind of darkness.

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit,’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

Why is it that we don’t worry about a compass until we’re lost in a wilderness of our own making?