Who am I?
What determines my identity?
These are the questions swirling in my mind as I prepare for the presence of my Guide on this picturesque Fall day.
The path today is littered with goodness. It looks as if it has been sprinkled and spread in careless abandonment, anticipating the touch of falling footsteps. The yellows, browns, oranges, reds and greens…scattered like lemon drops, chocolates, citrus, spices, and freshness.
“Taste and see that I am good,” says the Lord.
How do I know who I am, Lord?
That is the cry from my heart, and He gives gracious reply.
We know who we are, our identity is determined, by the contact we make with the path.
“Taste and see.”
There are pleasures to taste and spectacular sights to see. There is, also, an overwhelming aroma that rises from fallen things, things that have succumbed to death. That sweet smell of surrendered life rises to intoxicate, to medicate, to heal. What makes it so sweet? It is the promise of life past the point of submitted life. His promises are sweetness and their fragrance draws us to remain on the Path like the fragrance of a lover’s musk draws us to remain in his arms.
What determines my identity?
What we sense does not dictate our distinctiveness. Not the beauty, not the sights, smells or whispers through the trees. Those things are there for us as by-products, but they don’t determine who we are. Our identity is determined by the contact that we make and maintain with the path…with the resulting intimacy with the Way that we have chosen…because He first chose us.
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. – John 14:6
The Peace of the Path 