I live near a Christian retreat centre equipped with a labyrinth made of turf. A labyrinth is not a maze. In a maze there is more than one path so you can get lost or finish up in a dead-end. If you like, a maze can picture life without Christ, choosing your own way and living with the consequences.
By contrast a labyrinth has been used for centuries as a metaphor of the Christian way. There is only one path through, you make no choices about your route, you will reach your destination if you just keep going.
Some years ago, during a season of confusion and disillusionment, I started to walk that turf labyrinth near my home. My intent was to re-live my life up to that moment and remember those who had formed me. Maybe, I thought, remembering where I have been will help me know where I am going.
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