I remember taking part in a fun life-sized rectangular maze game as a child. Like all mazes, the aim of this game is to reach the other end of the maze. Depending on where you end, you will end up with different prizes. It took just a few turns before I exited by the side. Although I was perplexed by the short duration I spent in the maze, it was fun to run in the maze.

Adult life can often seem like a maze, with doors to open and traps what we may fall into. There are different destinations, and different routes. Borrowing an analogy from The Pilgrim’s Progress, we may find ourselves at a junction, with 7 doors in front of us. How are we to choose which door to open? While we once navigated through the maze in darkness, we now have a helper to assist us. Yet, the sheer possibilities and sometimes desire to be right with God can drown out the very voice that seeks to guide us.  Thus we make a wrong turn, and end up taking a route that turns out to be the opposite of what we expected. Yet, the voice never gives us; it prompts and it tugs till we listen again.